Tara lingers just a second, looking at the carnage wrought. Men and women; crew...laid out and injured. Anger curls in the pit of her belly. Such a waste, and for what? What did 'Scourge' stand to gain from this?
Things would be different, she thought, when she had a ship of her own.
Clinging stubbornly to that, she turned and hurried up onto deck, making it just before the final chime sounded.