What have you done to my ship

Back on the Sea Phantom, the deck was soaked with blood, smoke, and sorrow. The salty breeze had turned sour with the iron sting of death. Captain Ander lay groaning on the planks, his beaten face barely recognizable beneath the bruises and blood. His chest heaved with every breath, pain anchoring him deeper to the floor. But it wasn't his pain that mattered. It was hers.

Droskyn stood above him, grinning like a beast with his foot pressed hard on Ander's back. The pirate's coat flared in the wind, the crimson sun casting a devilish hue across his scarred face.

"Lick it," he sneered, raising his boot toward Ander's swollen lips. "Or I kill another."

Ander turned his head away in disgust, biting down on the groan rising in his throat.

BANG!

Another body hit the deck, lifeless. The crew screamed. Marcus flinched as a spray of blood landed across his already-bruised cheek. He didn't look away this time. He glared, eyes burning into Droskyn's soul.