There came a clanging from above the deck and he tipped his head back. “That’s our signal,” he said. He passed her a rapier before taking his own sword. “Let’s go.”
The main deck was in chaos, with blades clashing as sailors fought against the opposing crew. One girl, the same one that Avice would have seen playing the fiddle the night before, ran past them, clutching at her cutlass. “All right there, Jack?” she called, charging into battle.
A sailor approached him and metal clashed with metal as their blades met. He pushed him back and they began fighting.
The sailor growled and Jack glanced over his shoulder for a moment, his brow furrowed, before returning to his target. The sailor slashed at Avice, his teeth bared.
