The golden-haired woman dropped the cutlass to the deck with a clank, it wasn't her preferred weapon in any case. A quick glance down at her wounds before turning to the captain and focused her concentration on detecting any evil presence.

If she detected none, she'd simply dip her head as a measure of respect before she dove over the rails and into the water. Once below the surface, she morphed into her true form. Making sure she was shallow enough that her blurred golden figure would be visible before diving deeper.

She circled back, looking for her enemy beneath the surface before turning her attention back to the sunken wreckage of the pirate ship. Without anyone to interfere, Miath could take her time combing through the hull to collect weapons, treasure, sail material and anything else that might add to her new lair.