The rain was pelting down in the deck as the boat rocked from side to side. I rushed to the top deck as I were called from your sleeping quarters. A storm had arrived.
I hurried over, lowering the sail and gathering the crew together. As we huddled in a group, I noticed two of the men sneaky down to the bottom deck.
Before I could stop him, my farther shot. Making the two men kneel to drown in their own crimson blood. My eyes closed as I shook my head.
I head a gasp from behind us as the gun shot fired. I turned around the see Thomas Nickerson, cowering away from the pure mercy the men had not shown.
I sighed. No man should have to watch his crew die.
I was a woman, my stomach quenching at the pure sight of the hot sticky stuff, I can't imagine how he must be feeling.