Owen's POV With each precise swing of my sword I take out one of the enemies after the next, feeling very confident about these fights. The men are standing strong even though the enemy have the numbers on their side, because our men are way more skilled with the sword then they obviously are. Their numbers have probably helped intimidate a surrender or was enough to take the men before us down, but we won't have that. We don't just lie down and take death, we are fighters on this ship and always have been. Making the fight pretty even for what it is. I see Shawn taken down to the ground as I kick the man away, killing him before he kills my friend. I extend my hand to him, helping him up as he runs off to help another. I turn seeing two men teaming up against Lucas, I jump in joining i

