When I look around I see wounded men and a few women. I see people who are tired of fighting but also people who seem to come back to live when wielding a weapon. Even my own crew is loosing their strenght, and it will only get worse the longer we fight in this hellish storm. I finish off the two guys that were blocking my path, so I couldn't reach their captain.
I swing my sword at the sinister man but he foresaw my attack and kicks me in the stomach, causing me to take a few steps back.
Rachel tries to find a weak spot while fending off his rapidly incoming scimitar. I try to distracted him but he doesn't seem to be interested in me. His focus is incredible, it's as if he can sense our attacks.   Rachel's impressive defensiveness gives me time to move in on him, I swing my sword at his head. As expected he blocks me before I can strike and narrows his eyes as I continue to exert pressure. I grind my teeth and ignore the screams of my body wanting to rest. A mixture of blood and sweat covers nearly all of my body yet I don't back doen, I've come to far to lose. I keep pushing as hard as I can so he will finally expose a weak spot to my first mate.
Rachel sees the opportunity to bring him to the floor and rams her foot against the joint of the captain's knee cavity.
He groans but doesn't go down. He keeps himself on his feet by leaning onto one of his swords, while holding Rachel back with the other. Now he has a weak spot on my side.
I don't even think, I just swing my blade towards his face.
In a swift movement he manoeuvres himself behind Rachel, disarming her and pressing his sword towards her throat. The unexpected turn of events  make me freeze and drop my sword to the ground before it slices Rachel in her head.
She sighs out of relief but then swallows out of fear when the captain of the nearly defeated El Toro presses the blade of his sword onto her throat and points the other scimitar against her back.
"Hands where I can see em."
He speaks with a deep serious voice muffled by the covering over his mouth.
I raise both my hands, any wrong move and Rachel's throat will be spilling blood.
The captain lowers his mask revealing his tattooed face with mutliple black teeth and a golden one in the middle.
"Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Moriarty, Captain of the El Toro. But enough about me, this is the end of the road for the Blue Whale. First I'm going to take your life's and then I'll kill every single member of your pathetic crew. I'll burn that ship a long with your bodies."
My heart stops. I'm frozen, I'm filled with anger and regret. I'm not religious yet I pray to God to get me out of this hell. I can't afford to loose her too. She's my first mate and when I was all alone she came with a plan.
She united our crew, she is our guardian angel, without her I'm nothing, without her we will fail.
No one is moving anymore, they're either dead or exhausted. Those who are still alive stare at captain Moriarty awaiting his words. I try to think of a plan but nothing comes through besides panic.
"Foolish women like you, trying to conquer these waters through legends and treasures. Thinking you can rise above men!" He looks at me while bringing his mouth closer to Rachel's ear, I can see her body shaking, and the fear in her once so bright eyes only makes me feel more powerless. What kind of best friend am I if I let her get slaughtered like a pig right here.
"I got to admit, you and Captain trigger finger lasted a long time, longer than the shit crew I took this frigate from."
He keeps his eyes on Rachel as he continues to lecture me. This is my chance. I slowly slip my hands down to the holsters around my hip and slip my fingers around the grip of my revolvers.
"You'd make a fine whore, maybe I'll let you live."
He says while harassing Rachel. She closes her eyes and shivers at his touch.
My blood boils, I hate it when the male captains think they are better than use and can take advantage of us just because we are woman.
I only have two bullets left, one in every gun. Do not screw this up Price.
I raise one of my revolvers and aim for his head. I missed. My heart sinks into my stomach and my knees feel weak. I want to fire my second revolver but Moriarty hides his face behind Rachel and starts laughing like a maniac.
I stare at Rachel, looking for an escape in her eyes, looking for that hope she never looses. But this time all I see is fear.
"Bad move captain."
He pushes his sword into Rachel's back. She screams but then they are muffled by the blood flowing out of her mouth.
"No!"
I lift my other gun and shoot him in the neck. He drops his weapons and tries to stop the giant hole in his throat from bleeding.
Rachel collapses onto the ground and my crew runs to her aid. I take the in blood drenched scimitar and charge towards Moriarty. My rage takes control of my body, I feel nothing else than boiling blood going through my vains, not even the rain seems to puncture my skin.
He's on his knees and looks up to me with pride in his eyes, he's bleeding to death but there's still this disgusting smug smile on his face.
I don't hesitate and slice the blade through his neck. His head rolls over the wooden planks, leaving a trail of blood until it bumps against a barrel.
I put my foot on his decapitated body and push it to the ground.
"Anyone else feeling like fucking with me!"
I look around and see the remaining pirates and spanish soldiers drop their weapons ans putting their hands on their heads.
I thrust the sword into the body of the defeated captain. His blood sticks to my boots. He will sink with this fucking ship.

The sun breaks through the clouds, my men have started to rile up the prisoners and search the ship for any survivors. I call Peter by my side. He's one of my father's old friends who had traded his life on sea for one on the land as a barkeeper. When he heard of my father's disappearance he joined my crew. He was also the one who pointed out that the golden amulet, my father left me, was actually a locket. When I opened it there was a picture of my father and my mother with the initials "MJ" burned into the picture.
"Order Gillian to take the prisoner's to the deck and raid the ship for supplies. Take all the weapons and all the food, we aren't showing them any mercy.
Get Waverly to fetch doctor Jeremiah and make haste. Report back to me when you're done."
Peter nods and runs towards Waverly.
I stare at the blood under my feet and then force myself to stare at the improvised bodybag they wrapped Rachel in.
There is no surgeon in the world that could've closed that wound to save her life. So much blood, wasted for what? Some legend. My eyes fill themselfs with tears, I grasp the handle of my sword to keep me standing. How could I miss the most important shot in my life. I let my fear control me. I missed and then I watched her die by the hands of a monster.
The head of Moriarty is impaled on the remains of the main mast. A reminder for the survivors that they can't win.
"Captain Price?"
I wipe away my tears and shake the guilt away. I need to stay strong for my crew, we all lost friends today.
I turn around and see one of the new faces we recently welcome aboard.
"There's a woman with a gun in the Captain's quarters, she looks important."
"What do you mean, "looks important"."
"She's wearing a dress with the Prescott family crest on it."
I dismiss the young lad and rush towards the captains quarters.
What the hell is a Prescott doing on a hijacked spanish frigate? More importantly, how much are the prescott's willing to pay for their own blood.