They were ambushed once more

Mabelle was awoken to the sound of cannon fire. Hastily she put on her clothes and rushed out. Upon exiting the cabin, she was greeted to the sight of her crew preparing themselves to retaliate, again another ship, one that looked to be from a royal navy. "Can't I catch a break?" Mabelle swore as she started issuing commands to her crew.

She had thought it would have been over and that she would have had some time to rest and recuperate, but unfortunately she was wrong. It seems taking the body of wanted pirate captain hadn't been as wise as a decision as Cyrus had thought. Go figure. Looks like they would have to jump to another body the first chance they got.

"Wait a minute." Cyrus thought as he stared at the navy ship. He had recognized the emblem from his host's memories. Perhaps this ambush was just the opportunity he needed. He let Mabelle's persona lead her men as needed while he formulated a plan.

The crew for the most part had managed to put up a decent fight, but they knew it would only be a matter of time before reinforcements came. Nevertheless the pirate band used this moment to board the ship and launch a more direct counter attack. Mabelle rushed forward, like the woman she was, taking down countless crew members while tanking various attacks from her enemies.

Eventually she found her target, the commander in charge of it all. She wasted no time in entering the room and confronting him. For the most part she did well, easily killing the subordinates in there, however there was one slight problem.

"You pirate scum." The commander scowled as he parried another one of her strikes. "How dare you attack the Queen's fleet. Cyrus didn't have a clue what he was talking about, but could guess well enough that Mabelle and her crew must have done something to piss the monarchy.

"Don't make it so fun." Mabelle chuckled as she engaged with Commander. He was stronger but she was more agile. The two trade blows going back and forth, however soon Mabelle slipped up and the Commander had her pinned to the wall.

"Any last words, whore." He growled at her.

"Hehe...nope." Mabelle giggled before she breathed out more of the paralyzing vapors. The commander had quickly released his hold on her to cover his mouth but it was too late. The vapors were in his system and his body was starting to go limp. He had already dropped his sword, and had been ready to collapse as well, but Mabelle didn't let him. "Not yet." She cooed as she caught him by his collar.

Immediately Mabelle pinned him to the wall and licked her lips. "I must say, you almost got me," She whispered as she licked the sides of his face. "As expected for someone of your...physique and statue, but you were still off, and now you'll pay." She told him.

"Do your worse wench, I have no fear of dying." He spat in her face.

"Tsk tsk, who said you'd be dying." Mabelle told him. "A man of your position and statue must see the Queen regularly, correct." She pondered. "In that case..." Mabelle soon pulled him for a kiss. The Commander tried to refuse but Mabelle and the vapors wouldn't let him. He couldn't resist her lips as they brushed against his own, nor could he stop her tongue from invading his mouth.

When Mabelle finally broke the kiss, she collapsed on the spot. The Commandered knelt down beside her and gently caressed her cheek. "Thank you for the ride Mabelle, but it seems like here is where we part ways." Cyrus mused. He then hoisted Mabelle's body up...and threw her out the window.

As expected when the crew saw their Captain's **** body fall into the battle ground, they immediately retreated, taking Mabelle with them, leaving Cyrus as the commander. He smirked as he begun looking through his host's memories. He knew his next target now.