Akhbar must accept.

"Man enough for you? You will soon be over my knee you red slut." Akhbar bragged, drawing his cutlass and dagger. "I'll turn that pretty white ass as red as your hair and then fuck you within an inch of your life before I cut your throat and let the sea have you."

"That seems rather excessive." Barbra said mildly with a smirk on her ruby lips. "I'm just going to kill you. Spanking that fat lopsided ass of yours wouldn't really do anything for me."

Barbra Rosa drew a matched pair of slender scimitars from her belt and whirled them in circles to warm her muscles. The two pirates circled one another warily to begin with as the crew drew back to give them fighting room. The Akkadian sized up both duellists as they paced, Akhbar was stronger and taller undoubtedly and his cutlass was a far heavier blade. Barbra Rosa was lighter and he presumed faster, and her scimitars might be quicker but lacking the reach of the cutlass.

The combatants closed for the first time and steel whirled and clashed. Akhbar was was more agile than the assassin had expected of a large man and the two dodged and parried a few blows each before backing off and circling one another again. Both pirates looked confident of winning and for the Akkadian the contest was too close to call this early in the duel.

"Submit now slut and I will spare your life." Akhbar offered Barbra. "Ask me for a **** collar. It seems a shame to put an end to such a fine fucktoy."

"You want me in a collar? Come and put one on me by **** like a man would, instead of begging me to allow you to place it there." Rosa taunted.

They closed once more and blade sang upon blade in a flurry of cuts and slashes. Their skill was well matched and the twin scimitars and the cutlass and dagger were just able to deflect one anothers attacks. They backed off once more, breathing more heavily now and both perspiring.

"You are quick and have some skill for a wench, I will give you that much whore." Akhbar shouted at his first mate. "But the longer this continues the worse the odds against you. You lack the strength and stamina of a man and soon you will tire."

Whether she was goaded into the attack by his words or realised the truth in them herself Barbra no longer matched his taunts with a verbal reposte. She came at him with both blades whirling, Akhbar beat off or blocked several cuts but finally a scimitar found it's way through his defence and the Captain took a slash to his left upper arm. Too late to deflect her blade, his cutlass hacked down at the scimitar. Striking the lighter weapon cleanly it snapped the scimitar just above the basket hilt. Akhbar's bent arm came back after the blow, his elbow hitting the redhead in her jaw and sent her staggering back several feet.

Akhbar looked to the wound on his arm and dismissed the shallow cut and the blood as superficial. "That was my best shirt." He laughed.

Barbra had been dazed a moment by the blow, but had recovered. She shook her head to clear it, whipping her fiery red hair as she did so. One scimitar's blade was a scant four inches long after being broken. She screamed and launched back into the attack. Barbra did indeed seem to be tiring, her attacks seemed a little slower and clumsier than when the fight began. Akhbar was noticably having less trouble blocking her strikes and feints than before. Barbra attempted to attack with both weapons simultaneously, but Akhbar blocked both strikes with ease. For a moment the duellists weapons were locked as each strove to **** the others aside. Akhbar's strength easily bested Barbra's and he pushed her back and headbutted the redheaded pirate wench whilst she was unbalanced.

Barbra Rosa was struck backwards and fell onto her back upon the deck. Instead of pressing his advantage and attempting to finish her Akhbar laughed as he waited for Rosa to regain her feet. Barbra's nose was bleeding heavily and she wiped her sleeve across her face and spat upon the deck. The pirate lass squared her shoulders and raised her weapons once more. Akhbar seemed in no hurry, and paced back and forth as he watched and waited for Rosa to attack again.

It seemed as though Barbra was tiring fast now, her buxom chest heaved as she attempted to catch her breath and she took several seconds to compose herself. Once more she came in at Akhbar screaming furiously and once more he fended off every blow she attempted. The Akkadian thought the fight was done when once more Barbra's weapons locked with those of Captain Akhbar's. This time however the redhead did not attempt to match her strength against the Captain's. When he pushed she gave way and Akhbar stumbled forward a step. Barbra Rosa brought her knee up with all the **** she could muster, hitting Akhbar powerfully in his balls as his superior strength and weight pushed him forward. As the wind was driven from the Captain, Rosa followed up with a roundhouse punch delivered with the basket hilt of the snapped scimitar.

Akhbar was on all fours on the deck and groaning from the pain of his testes. He had lost his cutlass as he fell and clutched his balls protectively as he struggled to rise. Barbra watched him with a malicious smile, her chest heaving from her exertion. She tossed aside the broken scimitar and swapped her intact blade from hand to hand. She waited until Akhbar had almost regained his feet until she gave a shrill scream and raised her remaining scimitar with both hands. Leaping upon the Captain's back she struck down with the scimitar's point and stabbed Akhbar between his shoulder blades. Barbra threw all her weight upon the sword and pushed it clean through his body. Akhbar let out a strangled cough and collapsed face down. Barbra pushed herself back off his body and staggered to her feet. The pirate wrenched the scimitar free by putting one foot on Akhbar's back and pulling with both hands.

"Does anyone deny my Captaincy by right of fair challenge." Barbra Rosa screamed at the pirate crew.

None spoke up, not even those who had been disarmed earlier and must have been the late Captain Akhbar's loyal supporters. Barbra turned unsteadily to face the Sorceress. The Akkadian brought up his dagger and crouched into a fighting stance, ready to defend the witch. Barbra saw the assassin's stance and grinned at him for a moment. The redhead flipped her scimitar around and fell to one knee with the hilt held forward towards the Sorceress.

"Your faithful servant my lady." Barbra said with mocking ceremony. "The new captain of the Sea Witch honours the accord between the ship and crew and your good self."