A Sloop Tries to Bash a Schooner, Which Mast Wins?

Adds character? Celine breathed, her voice hitching in indignation, as the effects of battle started to wear her down finally. This was going to be one that she wouldn't forget any time soon, and probably would take a long time to recover from after. I happen to love the mauve of this coat, Horus! It matches my sanguine sense of humor! Her dagger jerked free of the corpse, and free of her hand when the bear paw took the dead pirate away from her, bodily. Thankfully, she had looped her leathers before battle, small blessings.

She fell back into the rhythm of dispatching bodies as blood splashed across her face, drenched her hair -- don't think about it -- she reminded herself over and over as she just killed. If she stopped to think, even for a moment, they'd die. She wasn't thoughts, she was just whirling death -- a snapped neck and another body over the side, a belly wound that would never see the light of day again and another splash off the side, and then one last major splash as the last ones went flying over the side of the gunrail and into the sea.

With as much blood as there was in the water, they'd not live unless their boat turned around and got them, a little tough, when the battery of canons finally went off, the young ones below taking decisive action to sink the other ship. Damns.. I would have liked that one for my own, ya know? She watched as they tried to swing wide finally, open sea once again between the two boats, giving her more than enough room to breathe finally. Aye, the wheel, provided you hold my hips up this time and not let them bang against the less pleasurable wood.. She gave up on the coat, and used the inside lining to finally wipe all the blood from her face. And a bath. I'll let you bathe me if you draw the water up for me..

@Horus