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with this girl
now.
    She just kept going.
    Take her ship, take her men, take
her bow… take all of it, she’d continue fighting.
    He had such respect for that.
    Sadly, that was looking less and
less like the woman’s story was going to have a happy ending.  Her real
artistry was apparently the bow, and although fairly capable with her blade,
there was no question how it was going to turn out when faced with overwhelming
numbers.  Her stance was textbook, graceful and flawless, but it was suited
more for one-on-one fencing against an honorable opponent, rather than a ship
full of degenerate pirates.
    Still, she somehow managed to take
down four more of the men before they finally wrestled the weapon away from
her.  She broke the neck of a final pirate with her bare hands before the
others overtook her.
    “Hold the bitch down!”  Rowland
commanded, hurrying across the gangplanks back to his own ship.  “Don’t let her
get loose!”
    Rowland’s men began to kick the
woman as she struggled to get free.  She smashed the heel of her boot into the
face of one of Rowland’s first mates, driving the man’s nose through his head. 
He fell limply to the deck as the girl continued to struggle.
    “Rowland!”  Uriah yelled at the
other captain, stalking after him.  “Tell your men to stop immediately!”  He
pointed at the girl.   “ She’s unarmed!”
    “Are you kidding!?!”  Rowland cried,
sounding like that was a genuine question.  He made his way into the captain’s
cabin of his vessel, no longer concerned with the matter.  “If they let that
woman up, there’s no telling how many more of us she’ll kill!”
    “With what!?!”  Uriah stormed into the
cabin after him.  “They’ve taken her weapons!  What could she use to harm
them?  Insulting insinuations about their paternity?  Vicious glares?  Strangle
them with her shiny hair?”
    “That woman is more dangerous than
you can possibly imagine.”  Rowland began to rifle through papers on his desk. 
“Just take your 5% and leave , Uriah.  Let my crew handle their own
business.  You read the letter, you know what has to happen and why.  Frankly,
it doesn’t make sense to me either, but that’s the Adithians for you.”
    “The Adithians are monsters,
Rowland.”  Uriah reminded him bluntly.
    “The world is filled with
monsters, Uriah.”  Rowland opened one of his drawers.  “And who are we to judge?  You and I have never been on the right side of anything and you know
it.”
    Rowland was right, of course.
    Uriah paused in the doorway, his
eyes moving to a bowl of fruit sitting on a nearby table.
    Goddamned fruit basket.  It was
always there to ruin Uriah’s life.  It had been the cause of all of
this; the reason why Uriah couldn’t get ahead in this world.
    The fruit basket was going to kill
everything he loved.  Take everything he had.  Again. 
    Uriah wasn’t a hero.  Not by any
means or definition.  Or squeamish.  Any other person in the world, there was a
very good chance he would have followed Rowland’s suggestion, kept walking, and
never looked back.
    In fact, it was almost certainly
what would happen.  There was little doubt, even in his own mind.
    He wasn’t proud or embarrassed
about that fact, it simply was the way it was.  He was a terrible human being,
from a land filled with terrible human beings.  No better, no worse.
    Any other person in the world would
have been on their fucking own in this situation.
    But this w asn’t any other
person in the world.
    Uriah’s people believed that what
you wanted was yours.   You wanted it, you took it.   And once
something was yours, you were duty bound to defend it from harm or anyone
seeking to challenge your possession of it.  If it was yours, it stayed
yours.   The Grizzwoodians often took that split-second decision to
unhealthy levels, gaining a bit of a reputation in the world for being the most
jealous and possessive people who ever walked or