The plan of attack had been one of relative simplicity. Having made certain that the ship they chased carried no human cargo, the Thetis slid gracefully alongside its quarry with a salute and a quick change of the flag that flew from its mast to fit the spirit of the thing. The curses they had earned in immediate reply had been salty enough to have even Phryne nearly raising her eyebrows, but for the depressing lack of creativity in their content as each and every member of the two ships dove into action (or just plain dove, if they were smart enough to remember to duck when under attack).

The play she had called had set her in neat defense of her ship's wheel. It was smart, careful, and most of all...cautious.

Needless to say, she soon left that duty to the stern-faced sailor she referred to as Mister Arrow and took off to follow the action across the ropes and ladders to the enemy ship. For the moment she moved in the wake of Porthos' path of destruction across the desk, slipping between struggling bodies and aiding the odd person here and there as she moved. Where he was a boulder tearing through all in his way, she was water. She watched him where she could without compromising her safety and was more than a little impressed to see the ease with which a man as large as himself moved, how he fought from all angles and with anything and everything at hand to take down his foes.

She caught up a small axe as she moved and brought it down with a thunk to bisect a nearby section of rope, then ducked as a loosed section of rigging snapped back to collide with a bow-legged sailor and send him flying over the railing and into the water.