Page 73 of The Lord who Seduced Me
Most ships didn’t have the time, nor did they have the chance to fight back when the Renegade found them at sea and because of that, Cabe knew his men had no training with this kind of warfare or with actual hand to hand combat.
And Cabe was proud of his crew for learning all they could when it came down to this kind of war.
Shots were exchanged between the different ships, along with his ship still firing cannonballs at the other in a constant barrage.
And then ropes were used as Cabe’s men flung themselves across the small distance separating the ships to the Destruction, securing them together and letting Cabe’s crew bring the fight to the Renegade’s ship.
Cabe handed the wheel to Tristan and ran for the nearest rope, grabbing it, and swinging himself over to the Renegade’s ship with Nathaniel and most of his crew not far behind.
Cabe pulled his gun from his belt and shot a man as one ran at him, his teeth bared in a snarl.
Cabe remembered the man from before, as one of the men who was only too happy to torture him. And he knew that the man preferred to use hot irons to hurt the men he tortured.
Cabe growled after the man dropped to the deck, dead. He felt a sense of satisfaction at the sight.
A snarl of pure hatred came from behind him and Cabe whirled around, pulling his sword from his scabbard and facing off with the Renegade.
He tucked his gun back into his belt, needing to reload it, and not wanting to end the fight like that. The man wanted a fight and a fight he would have.
The Renegade pulled out his large sword free from his scabbard and raised an eyebrow.
“You have been prepared and keeping a watch for me and my ship. I commend you Captain. This isn’t the usual way I go about taking ships.”
The Renegade gave a slight head nod to Cabe and Cabe snarled his lip up at him.
“What did you expect me to do? Sit around and just wait for you to find me? Let you simply come in here and torture my crew again? Let you kill us all because you did not get to do it how you wanted to the first time? You are a bastard and a fool if you thought that I would do any of those things. That I would sit idly by and not prepare for any and every eventuality. You threatened me, my life, MY woman’s life, and that of her family, and you honestly thought and believed that I would come here like a dog with its tail between its legs?”
The Renegade raised his eyebrows and gave a chuckle full of malice. “Of course, not Captain. That doesn’t make it fun. I did not want your fear this time. And this? This is what I have longed for all along. The thrill of the chase and what a chase it was.”
He lunged at Cabe and Cabe blocked his swing with his sword, the swords singing as the metal connected.
“My my Captain. I love that you haven’t lost any of your spark, your fight.”
Cabe kept silent, not giving him the benefit of his words anymore. They fought across the deck like savages.
Their swords clanged as they hit with each swing over and over, each block and parry made the sound of singing metal.
Anytime someone tried to intervene, the Renegade would snarl at his men to get back with, “He is MINE.”
Cabe took advantage of the man’s distraction, slicing forward with his sword, and hitting the Renegade across the leg, and watched with satisfaction as a stream of blood darkened the man’s light brown pants.
He glared up at Cabe, hatred practically glowing from his eyes and they kept fighting, not caring about anyone else, or if someone got in their way on the ship or the chaos that reigned.
There were shots being fired all around them and yet, neither was touched by the bullets that flew.
The Renegade had quite a skill with his blade, and Cabe was thankful that he hadn’t been hit by that sword yet, but he spoke too soon.
The Renegade kicked out at Cabe’s prosthetic and Cabe grunted as it knocked him to the side. He desperately tried to stay on his feet, needing to keep stable, but dropped to one knee. He was glad that his prosthetic was strapped to his leg so tight that it stayed in place.
He looked up in time to see the Renegade bring his sword overhead and swing it down.
He raised his arm as the Renegade brought his sword down with all his strength and Cabe groaned as the Renegade sliced through the thick leather. Hitting his skin, but not slicing deep enough to hit his bone. The only thing that kept his hand from being cut worse at that moment was his thick leather bracer he wore on his wrist.
Beyond grateful he had taken the time to put the bracer on when it was only something he wore in battle. Only when fighting. It helped keep his arm steady and his hand from losing any grip on his sword.
He could feel the blood running down his arm, and Cabe wanted to scream.
The Renegade pulled his sword free and a spray of blood flew from Cabe’s arm. “Fuck!” He yelled as the sword was pulled free and the Renegade grinned with triumph.
