She followed the girls through the town, to the ports, both she and Naga walking ahead of Melissa as though be escorted to face the brig for some crime that'd committed. The rain had begun to fall and the act seemed to mirror her own feelings. As that water washed along her face, false tiers falling from her hazel eyes, down her soft, brown cheeks, it was as though she was about to shed a tear for the life that she was losing today. This act of defiance, of treason against the World Government and the Marine Corps was not going to be taken lightly. She found her self remembering that gang of guys that called themselves her pirate crew. It had been a while since she'd thought of them, though a while to her spanned only a few days, as she seemed to think about them constantly. She'd run away from the life of a pirate before it'd even begun. Was she really going to jump head first into such an existence again?

But... it was different this time. She pulled the collar of the jacket up closer to her neck, shrugging her shoulder to protect herself from the blowing rain. This time was different. This wasn't for herself. This wasn't for her own freedom. This wasn't for some vein pledge to be freer and without restriction like last time. This was for everyone else. If what Melissa said was true, and deep down she knew the girl was speaking as much, then she had an obligation to resist. What good was your own freedom when no one else is? What does it mean to be free, when the world is chained around you. Her blood flared and the last bit of liquid courage she had fueled her next actions.

They were at the shipyards now. She could see her vessel in the foreground, three or four ships away. She knew her crew was on board and ready to disembark as soon as returned. If only they knew what she had gotten them into -- her ferrying crew turning pirating gang. Poor things. She reached a hand behind her and Melissa discretely passed up a couple of sticks of dynamite - one for each of them. She passed the other up to Naga and slipped hers inside her jacket. A couple of marines approached them, their eyes glued to the two girls in the front but walking towards Melissa. They all stopped and Reinaka prayed so loudly in her head that they'd get through that she hadn't even heard the actual exchange of words. She only felt Mel's hand give her a shove to keep moving and she did so.

"These are their three fastest ships to our right," she whispered under her breath. "I'll take the nearest one since its the farthest from my ship -- the far red one with the hawk-head -- and I can fly to it quicker than you all can run the distance. Aim for the hull of the ships as close as you can to the bottom. If they take on water, they can't chase us later.... good luck."

The girl seemed to drive over the closest deck towards the water, but there was no splash. Instead her wings carried her over the surface of the water until she was face to face with the side of the ship to which she glided up vertically and grabbed on to one of the cannons sticking out of the side. She looked around, yet to be spotted and pulled herself up, with some degree of difficulty until her torso was hanging over the side of it. If she'd raised herself any further, the sounds of footsteps on the deck that certainly belonged to marine's would spot her and it'd all be ruined. She managed to squat on to the canon, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the stick. Suddenly she could feel him. He was behind her, standing at the edge of the deck. She wasn't sure if he'd spotted her yet but she had to act fast. She looked up to see the nape of his neck and a hand shielding his face from the rain. If shifted his gaze down even slightly, her soaked high curls would be clearly visible to him. She reacted!

Her shot her hands upward in strikes that still only reached about half the way they'd have needed to strike him, but that didn't matter. She didn't need to touch him to incapacitate him. The man went rigid. His hands went to his throat and he shivered and gargled as he tried to scream out. Instead, he flipped over the deck and plummeted into the sea. Reinaka felt a pang in her stomach as she watched the man fall into the ocean. Hopefuly he'd be able to pull himself upward, though she knew she'd restricted his throat and he wouldn't be able to breathe even if he could get back up to air. Who was she becoming? But she couldn't think about that right now. She resurfaced teh stick of dynamite, twisted teh fuse and used the match Mel had given her to lite the tip. She flung the stick into the square opening that canon stuck out of and left from the canon, taking air and gliding back down to the surface of the water. Her wings twitched and she began to turn, coming around the back of the ship until she could see her ship in the distance. She had to make it there and ready everything before...


A loud explosion sounded off, followed by smaller yet equally impressive detonations. The blast had likely set off the nearby buckets of gun powder and canonballs that sat below the ship. The force from the explosion pushed her along and she had to focus not to plummet downward into the cold sea. She had to get to her ship and get ready to flee. The other explosions wouldn't be long now. And she knew that every marine on the island was now rushing towards the docks!

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