Scar twirled his sword, carving apart the ropes as they lunged at him like vipers. Despite their lively activity mere moments before, as soon as they were cut off the ropes flopped lifelessly to the floor, starting with the one that had wrapped around his throat.
It had already tied itself into a noose, ready to hang him just like Blackbeard had promised, but now it just swung around his throat as he moved.
The portions still attached to the ship, however, were still as lively and frantic in their attacks as ever. They descended from all sides, lashing at him as they tried to ensnare him once more but with every flash of his sword more roped fell limp.
As he moved across the deck of the ship, it seemed the ship itself didn't take too well to being stepped on. At least by him.
As he took another step, the wood of his intended foothold shattered apart. The board snapped in half, opening up like a hungry maw and allowing his foot to sink into its waiting throat.
