As she suspected, a pirate leaned into the room to look around, his throat exposed like that of a shoat ready for slaughter. Just as she would have with a shoat, she quickly drew her dagger's keen edge across his throat. She stepped back to avoid the spray of blood that followed. The habit was ingrained in her from the last several years. During these years, if the family were to have meat on the table, she or Geoff would have to butcher it themselves. Her father had angered the local butcher with non-payment of a debt. The pirate collapsed in a heap at the threshold of the door, her cut having been deep enough to prevent him from drawing breath to yell. She used a foot to push him back out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. This would only buy them a few minutes, but she couldn't think of what else to do. “Jonsey! Where are ya? ya pustulent pig!” a voice rang through the hall. The insult fit well as the face of the corpse was covered in boils. “Ah Jonsey ya bastard, ya owed me money.”
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