There. Richard saw it, the key to victory. War erupted around him as his crew fought the mutineers, but his attention stayed fixed on his first mate.
“You’re too gray, too weak to be captain anymore, Blood.”
Richard smiled and concentrated on his footing. The ship pitched and yawed on the waves. Blood and body parts rolled on the deck. One false step and it was all over.
The first mate went into his pattern, two feints and a slash. Richard stepped into the slash and ran the mutineer through.
“Blood by name, blood by deed, Captain.”
“Aye,” Richard said.