Parry, swing, rebound. The fighting all seemed to blur into slashing silver trails as they fought, and it became more and more obvious to Seamus that he and his crew were outnumbered and certainly outgunned. He'd underestimated The Famous Pirate Captain Ophelia.
In a darting flash, Seamus' sword was knocked from his hand and slid away across the deck. He lifted his hands and quickly did the only thing he could think of to save his life. "Parley! Parley! Hold yer sword!" He said, "We're surrendering...." He threw a cursory glance down at the deck before adding, "What's left of us anyway."