Petra paced back and forth in front of the table in the corner that was her small surgery. She felt the impact of ramming the other ship and could hear the shouts of battle above. Now all she had to do was wait. Someone would need her help. She did not have to wait for long. She heard her name called and two men carrying a third between them came down the stairs.

“Put him here.” Petra shouted gesturing to a low table. Jimothy and Seanathan deposited the third there. Sounds of chaos continued to come from above deck.

“You get back out there and bring me anyone thats hurt,” she said gesturing to Jimothy “and you stay here incase I need you to hold him down.” she said to Seanathan.

“I don't take orders from changeling witches and I'm sure as fuck not leaving my friend with one.” Jimothy spat.

“Seanathan would you go?” she said as she started to examine the blood covered sailor in front of her. He left hurriedly.

“Fucking witch. It's your fault he's hurt. His blood is on your hands.” Jimothy muttered.

“Currently yes,” Petra said finding the source of the bleeding, a long deep wound slashing him from his ribs cross to his thigh. “But not for long.” she lit her hand with healing fire and began to close the wounds.

“Bad enough to have a witch on board,” he growled “but a changeling is even worse.” he paced as Petra continued to work. She clenched her jaw and focused on saving the life in front of her. There were other minor injuries and he had fallen after bing slashed and seemed to have a broken bone in his arm. She quickly retrieved a splinting board and bandages. The sailor screamed as she set the bone and secured it to the board.

“Its you brought down this calamity on us changeling!” Jimothy growled.

“We are on a pirate ship fighting a merchant ship, that is not calamity that is our job.” Petra mumbled through gritted teeth.

“You have something to say to me changeling? Or are you just calling down more death to come for us all?” Jimothy antagonized her.

“I am not a changeling!” Petra finally screamed. A bolt of fire erupted from her pointed finger and shot through Jimothy's side. The heat of the fire burned a whole clean through him sealing as it went so that it did not bleed.

“The witch is trying to kill me!” he screamed in response.

“No I am not you idiot it's just a flesh wound and it is not even bleeding.” Petra spat in response

A shout of “Fire! Fire!” came from above.

Petra pushed past Jimothy and ran up to the deck. A fire was indeed burning and spreading from the scuttled merchant ship to the Bonnie Bounty. A fire that was already this large would be difficult but the process of putting it out would be the same as any other.

She ran up to the bow where the fire was spreading. She stretched out both hands and flexed from her shoulders down the length of her arm to her fingers. She felt strength rippling from her core down her limbs. She blew out and willed the rapidly spreading fire to condense. She watched as the fire snaking across the decks slithered back to their original center. The wide fire from both ships became a single floating and condensed ball of flame. Petra clenched her fists together and the fire died to embers ans shattered. Sailors from both ships stared at her and there was the briefest moment of stunned stillness before violence re erupted with the crew of the Bonnie Bounty now emboldened and with a hearty advantage.

“Witch.” Petra heard from behind her. Jimothy was standing there staring contemptuously.

For a moment Petra remembered everything she had been taught about controlling herself, about managing in the noise, and light, and feel, the people of the world. She thought about all the times before she had pushed down her anger, retreated to breath and soothed herself. But she would not retreat from this.

“You superstitious sack of shit!” she screamed and threw herself at him flailing fist and furious feet. “I just saved this whole fucking ship and you call me a witch, berserker?!”

“Damn bitch!” Jimothy shouted attempting to dodge her blows and land some of his own.

Quite surprising him Petrianna pulled out from inside her sarafan a small club which she immediately began to use to swing at him with both hands. It was by no means an even fight. Jimothy had height, weight, and experience on her as well as a capacity for furry that even in her agitated state she did not posses. The tide of the fight quickly turned on her. She had had the element of surprise but Jimothy had been spoiling to put hands on her since he first saw her use magic.

Petra, though she always did her best to avoid them, had been in more than one fight of this sort growing up. She knew better than to use her magic at this point. Although it may even her odds it never turned out to be worth it in the end. People always had a way of underestimating her strength because of her magic anyway. But now, in her anger she may have underestimated her opponent. Her hits did not seem to hurt him and he was pushing her closer and closer to the edge of the ship. Around them attention shifted from the victory over the merchant vessel to the domestic spat onboard the Bonnie Bounty. A crowd had formed equal parts calling to end or continue the fight.

“Enough!” Captain Esmerelda's voice cracked like a whip through the din. “Separate the two of them!”

Sezjeck was the one to pull Jimothy off and other hands sought to hold Petra but were warded off by her icy glare.

“Both of them separate and under watch until the rest is properly organized!” she boomed as she strode from the bow of the Bounty back onto the merchant vessel. She had business to attend to.

“Sailors!” She called “your ship is sinking. Contingent on the lack of continued violence you are welcome aboard mine either as prisoner or crew. Those that would join will swear to certain contracts and those that will not join will be our guest till our next port where you will be properly logged as hostages and passed of to the thief's guild to be ransomed back to your families. Now if you please, do bring all your valuables and be quick about it. We don't want to be here when your ship pulls to the bottom.” The opposing crew were not reluctant for long. After one sailor made for the Bonnie Bounty others did as well till the ship was empty and abandoned. The crew swiftly brought any cargo and valuables on board and there was nothing left to do but to leave the ship to sink.

“First mate! Set the sails for our speedy escape!” Captain Esmerelda called as she assumed the helm.

“Yes Captain!” Sezjeck replied and then began yelling orders readying the ship to get away from the wreck and fast.

As the sun was setting the wreck was far to their stern. And now there were matters of justice to attend to.