It was almost exactly like a pirate ship, oddly enough. Fabian had no idea how Monokumadi had gotten a damn pirate ship into the school (were they outside? He couldn't tell), but he didn't really have the time to ponder it. These were his final moments - best to make the most of it.

Surrounding him were multiple clones of Monokumadi, each wearing pirate-esque costumes and holding a sword. One had a gun, and stood above the rest by the wheel of the ship. Fabian also held a sword. He gripped it tightly.

The higher-standing pirate, the captain, pointed at Fabian without a word.

And so they attacked.

Fabian smiled a bit, gripping his sword. At least she made this exciting.

He began to fight off the pirates with skill, opposing their blades with his own. A few fell to the ground, injured or dead, and others simply fell off the ship and disappeared into the blue depths below.

Soon there was no one left but the captain herself.

The captain, expression unchanging from that wretched grin, jumped from the top of the ship to the deck, drawing a sword from her sheath. She wasn't any taller than she others, but held a regal posture even while fighting that made her seem so.

The two each parried their blades, trading moves almost as if in a very unprofessional match of fencing. The captain always seemed to manage to get the high ground, and even as Fabian struck, the captain threatened too closely to strike back, forcing his blade back towards him.

The two danced along the edge of the ship, dangerously close to the twenty-foot drop into the sea below. Fabian seemed unworried, though he tried his hardest not to look in fear at the depths that threatened to swallow him whole. The captain truly was unbothered by the danger - she had no reason to fear.

Finally, the captain seemed done with Fabian. she jumped to the side, dodging a swipe from Fabian's sword and pulling a gun from the holster on her belt.

A loud bam, smoke, blood. A hole in his chest.

Fabian dropped his sword, the weapon clattering to the ground. Shaking, he found the strength in him fade away. He stumbled, tripped...

...and found nothing to stop him from falling into the ocean's anxious maw.

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That drawing turned out pretty cool I think :)