The fight between the living and the dead carried on as Capt. Zedarh popped up from behind his men and fought Mia one on one; their swords clinking here and there as they tried to get each other, as her crew went on fighting the others, stabbing them in their dead flesh and shoving, kicking and even punching them over the side of the walkway. Capt. Zedarh was the most feared pirate in the waters, his mere name sent shivers down people’s spines, he commanded three ships at the same time which meant that he had three times the crew and three times the chance of winning any clash and that was who she was fighting? If it wasn’t for the Dalhamavaughn blood that ran through her veins she wouldn’t have stood as strong as she did. Capt. Jules was an excellent swordsman and those skills were the ones she used to match up to Capt. Zedarh’s, which were just as excellent. Which was why the fight they had five years ago took so long and ended up claiming both of their lives, because they were equa

Capt. Jules dipped his hand into Capt. Zedarh’s inner jacket pocket and pulled out the missing piece. “I win,” he said and pulled his sword out of Capt. Zedarh’s chest and kicked him back. He then quickly walked up to Mia who was still on the ground, now with streams of tears running down her face. He reached her and looking down at her like he did before he then held his hand out to her. Mia looked down at it and then back up at him and grabbed it, and he pulled her up to her feet. “Oh my . . . Look at you . . . You look like my mother . . . You look exactly like her,” he said and gave a faint smile. “What is your name?” “Mia,” she answered. “Mia Dalhamavaughn.” His smile grew wider as his dead eyes began to tear up. “You bear her name was well.” More tears ran down Mia’s face; he looked nothing like he did in the photos her mother showed to her but the connection was still there and it was strong. “Here, take this, there’s not much time left,” he said and handed the piece over