Ernessa found something very poetic in the way the blood spilled out of the ship, like a tiny river meeting the ocean at the end of its journey. She took a momentary pause to appreciate the chaotic scenery in front of her. A man trying to hold his guts in, their Captain drunk in a corner with an empty pistol at hand, and half the crew dead on their feet. They were sorry excuses for pirates but at the least one or two was holding their own.
For a moment she contemplated whether or not to kill Jack, but she did not find him a threat, she assumed by the time she left his boat he’d drink himself to death. Instead she walked towards the two that were still fighting, and she motioned for her crew to take a step back. “I am Ernessa.” She offered her name. “By all accounts Jack’s crew is supposed to be full of drunk, useless men but that’s the issue with men as I see it. They have appetites for things they can’t handle but you, you are a woman, right?” She was directly speaking to one of them. “I can tell by your fighting, which is better than most I should add. I have no interest in killing you so I can either give you two a lift to Nassau or maybe you’ll choose to stay with us on the long run.” Ernessa motioned for Portia. “This is my quartermaster; she’ll sort you out.”
