EVENING THREE
With the boat solidified against the Secretary, she returned to her cabin as the sun set to make her final preparations for death. Penning a note as the mob came for her, she smiled courtly and allowed herself to be led to the deck of the ship, where all of its crew and passengers gathered.
"You have been condemned to death by your peers, Secretary Sepuku. May the gods have mercy on your soul," spoke the captain, who drew his cutlass. But the flash of steel wasn't his blade - without warning, the Secretary roared, a thin knife being drawn from a hidden pocket in her sleeve. Slashing once, twice, she barely missed the former First Mate who stumbled and fell against the deck, his cutlass clattering against the wood.
Turning to face the Diplomat, she pointed the blade and screamed. "You were
never supposed to reach the shore! Your superiors sent you here to die and I'll be damned if I don't make sure it happens!" bursting forward with a very unladylike yell, she ducked under one set of hands and shouldered through the Helmsman in a flurry of motion.
In an instant she was beside the diplomat, blade held high. Grabbing CCRunner by his collar, she slammed him against the mast. The merchant's wife cried out in horror as blood splattered all over the deck, and buried her face into the nearest sailor's chest.
Her blade still held high, the now headless secretary fumbled and collapsed as the Royal Guard sheathed his blade, having saved the Diplomat seconds before disaster.
The body was collected and
thrown overboard with the artisan's body. Meanwhile, the
Oar was passed on to the Bodyguard, BananaLee, who took it with a sense of urgency and kept it very close to him for the rest of the evening.
Night fell on the
Sea Beacon, and everyone prayed that the murders were over.
It is now NIGHT THREE
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