Literature
Pirate Days - Part One
Red flashed as cold metal pierced through flesh, the warm blood splashing against a background of darkness to join the blood of the many that had already been killed. The warm air that blew from the sea carried the metallic scent of blood and salt as it washed over the small beach. The sword was pulled from its latest victim, and the wielder of said weapon smirked. To see a sight like this
. It would surely teach the others who roamed the sea a good lesson. Never steal from a pirate. The sword flashed again, finding hold in another body, and twisting as the soft flesh gave way. The blonde-haired man who held the sword smirked again, l