Death. A word that Bee had thought about often, especially since her parents died. Bee had hoped that she would die at sea as any good sailor would. But, running along the cliff tops, she knew that would be unlikely. She could only hope the diversion worked and the three women had caught a current to a nearby sea gang territory. The fog was rolling in, which would help them even more, Bee thought with a small smile. It was the last thought she had before she felt a piercing pain in the back of her thigh.
"f**k!" Bee shouted as she looked down to see a crossbow arrow sticking out of her. She took in a deep breath and pulled it out quickly, before trying to start to run again. Before she got very far, she felt another piercing pain in her back. This made her fall down, face-down on the grou
