Cold Revenge

Somewhere in the waters below her ship, Mary slowly swam forward, in order to reduce the disturbance of the water. She was certain the rain would provide cover, but wanted absolute surprise on the skullduggeries of her mutinous crew. Sword in hand, dagger in mouth, hair floating about her, and a match in her cap, she swam towards the dark heat of vengeance.

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