On the heaving deck awash in the blood of the fallen, you see a tall man wearing a wide brimmed hat adorned with a large white feather, a chain shirt under an ornamental greatcoat, and wide topped boots. He laughs sardonically as he lithely dodges a viscous stab at his midsection. He grabs his assailant’s arm, pulling him onto his thrusting scimitar with so much force you see a half foot of steel jut out from the assailant’s back. A mask of pain shrouds his enemy’s face as the body collapses to the deck.
