Page 108 of Storm over the Caribbean
Clang!
The pirate’s eyes went wide when his blade slid off my own that had appeared out of my sleeve. But before he could make a move, I lunged forward, stabbing straight into his hand.
“Aaaagh!”
Jackal’s blood-stained knife dropped to the sand with a thud. Slamming my foot down on it, I kicked it out of the way and smirked up at my enemy smugly. There was a delicious amount of shock on his face, his eyes wide as dinner plates as he stared at my weapon.
“What did you expect? A fair fight?”
Jackal sent me a savage glair. “I’m gonna gut you, piggy!”
Wiping his bloody hand on his face, he sent me a blood-stained smirk that sent a chill down my spine. Then he simply extended his hand—and promptly, one of the other pirates standing in a circle around us deposited a knife in it.
No fair fight indeed.
I was screwed. I realized that. I considered myself a tough lady. But tough enough to win a knife fight with a pirate while several months pregnant? Ha! Keep dreaming, mate!
Not that I have time for dreams right now.
I had to come up with a plan, and fast. Because, guess what? To hell with me not having a chance! To hell with me being big as a balloon! I wasnotgoing to die today! I wasnotgoing to allow that piss-face of a pirate to hurt my baby!
Time to fight!
I took up a stance. Or at least something closely resembling one.
“Oh-ho!” Jack the Jackal chuckled, stalking closer. “Seems like the little piggy is planning to fight!”
I nodded. “I am.”
The entire crew burst out laughing.
“So, what are you gonna do?” my opponent chuckled. “What are you gonna do, little piggy?”
“This,” I told him.
Then I dropped to my knees in front of him and clasped my hands together pleadingly. “Please! Please don’t hurt me! I have no clue how to fight! I’m just a cook! I promise, I’ll serve you all for the rest of my life, I…I…”
“Are you crying? Ha!” Throwing his head back, Jackal gave a bark of laughter. “He’s crying, mates! The little piggy is crying!” Slowly, he stroked the edge of his knife with one finger. “Want me to give you areasonto cry?”
“P-please, no!”
Bending forward, I did my best approximation of a kowtow. With my bulging belly, it didn’t really end up being a very good one. Still, I knelt trembling on the ground, my eyes lowered and my fingers clenched into the sand.
“P-please…”
“Hahahaha!” Jackal gave another burst of laughter. “Please what? Spare you? Let you lick my boots?”
“No.”
“Huh?”
“Please hold still.”
Then I moved. In a blink, my hand shot up, hurling a fist full of sand straight into the pirate’s face.
“Mwaaah! Agh! Grakh!”
Jackal hacked and coughed, clutching his face as he twisted in agony. “My eyes! My eyes, you bloody—”
