Sharee almost laughed. And here she thought the fight was going to be tough. Luckily, it appeared that one of the recruits she had hired was actually a battering ram in disguise. It helped that these guards didn't have plate armor, so they weren't immune to sword strikes like the Orc essentially was. Since he managed to knock most of them off their feet, it was almost too easy finish them off. Sharee moved quickly between targets, as she was keen on killing them all before they could recover. She ran in directly behind him and ran her sword through one before he had even hit the ground from the Orc's charge. Practically ripping her cutlass out of his torso, she moved to the next guard on the ground beside him. She kicked the guard's shield out of the way, then slashed his throat before moving onto the final target, an Imperial woman. She had been knocked against the wall, but had managed to keep her footing. Initially, she looked like she was going for the Orc, but after seeing Sharee approaching out of the corner of her eye, she raised her blade to her right. Unfortunately for her, it was too little, too late. Sharee impaled her cutlass into her stomach, then stabbed her dagger into the back of her neck once she bent over.

With the threats in the hall eliminated, Sharee glanced behind her and saw that the group of recruits which she had ordered to follow her were moving into the rooms on each side of the hall. Perhaps they would clear them, perhaps they were already empty, or perhaps the recruits would all die terribly. Regardless, Sharee decided that she would be of most use in the room just ahead. At the end of the hall was a single door, and if she knew these ships as well as she thought she did, then she knew it led to a large storage room. It could be empty, but she thought it more likely that the crew of the vessel would use it to store supplies, such as weapons and armor. If she was one of the crew when the ship came under attack, that would be where she would have run. Standing beside the Orc, she glanced at him and gave him a pat on his armored back. "Hey big guy, why don't you take the lead into this next room? That armor looks tough enough to deal with it if they're inside."

Above decks, the ship's new crew was hard at work getting things moving. The sailors Sharee hired, it seemed, knew what they were doing at least. They had already planned roughly what roles to take, so they quickly raised anchor and set the ship at full sail away from the docks. Other Imperial ships in the harbor did not exactly intend to let them leave, but their preparations the previous night helped to deal with that issue. The crews of the other vessels soon found that, no matter how hard they tried, their anchors would not raise. One ship even managed to collapse part of one of the docks when the rotted support beam its anchor was tied to gave way. Of course, their ships were not trapped. It was easy enough for them to cut the ropes to their anchors once they figured out that they weren't going anywhere, but it did delay them, and that delay allowed Sharee's crew to build speed and put distance between them and their pursuers.