“Weigh the anchor and hoist the mizzen!”

Captain Vander hails, commanding the crew to abandon the ship they had just plundered. Vi leaned against the wooded wall of the gunwale. She hissed as she hunkered down to the deck’s floor. The palm of her swathed hand was fixed on the shredded skin of her abdomen. Vi lifted her hand, glancing at her wound as she took note of how the sanguine blood quickly soaked her hand wraps. She the pressed her hand back onto her wound, wincing at the pressure.