I have him cornered. I’ve knocked the weapon from his hands, his crew have turned against him and the ship is ours. He doesn’t look scared.
“Mutiny? Thought it was beneath you,” he is calmly disappointed.
“You’re a lousy Captain.”
James bursts through the door. I smile. This is my mistake. The Captain rises up and grabs me with one hand. His eyes are on my brother, the blade of his recovered sword is at my throat. He has lost his ship, his crew, but may yet keep his life. It is a calculated gambit. Parlaying my life for his.