Molly rolled away and flipped onto her feet, evading his swipe with ease. Her brother might've been quick witted, but his reaction speed with comparable to that of a dying otter with a brain tumor. They were only kids, but when it came to athleticism, she had him totally beat.
"Missed me, stupid!" She shouted, running into another clumsy sprint. At the pace she was going, she was bound to lead them towards the beach. It was a wonderful day though. Maybe a little time in the sand wasn't a bad idea.
Meanwhile, out at sea, a massive ship with a hull black as coal was approaching the shoreline. At the helm, a large man, at least two meters wide and three meters tall, held the wheel steady against the current. Behind him stood a tall, skinny woman with dark black hair that hung down slick against her skin.
"Keep her steady, Mr. Graves. We'll be at shore soon."