Sage sort of rolled his eyes at the captains first comment, even though the guy couldn't see him by then. "No, they normally just try to kill me," he noted lightly, despite how weary he was feeling by then. His hair was loose and mostly out of its messy bun, knotted and messy and long and really just getting in the way. He was sweaty and gross, and covered in blood some of which was his and some of which wasn't. He prob looked as bad as he felt ...and that was terrible. But even so, a grin formed on his face as the other captain entered the area he was in.

"The pirates code says nothin bout using fire, now does it," he mused lightly, cocking his head slightly but tossing it aside all the same, setting to curtains to the side ablaze. The ship was captured.....and he'd rather it burn than be used by an enemy. Then he chuckled again. "Wasn't much of a stunt," he noted. "You should learn to keep your jewels protected, you know. I hate for you to be castrated like a mule in a fight one of these days," he added with a fake thoughtful look. "actually...no I wouldn't," he relented, pointing his knife at the other captains chest. "now are you going to talk or fight? I do believe there's some petticoats from Spain that might fit you if you just want to chat."

Taylor frowned at the curtains, lifting his hat and swiping the back of his hand across his forehead before replacing it one his head and raising his sword. "You know." He pointed his sword at the other and stalked forward. "I would quite like not to castrated."

He moved forward once again bringing his sword down hard towards the other. "And I would prefer not to burn to death or drown, so I'd like to move about this quickly."

Taylor could barely keep himself from opening panting- his chest was heaving. It was stifling hot below deck, especially with the smoldering fire in the corner. He could feel the sweat dripping down his brow as they fought, and as much as he hated a fight cut short, he almost wished this captain would surrender easily

Sage simply let out a lazy chuckle as the other captain mentioned keeping himself intact, and then when he mentioned moving things along. So, he wasn't all that interesting in fighting now that there was nothing to collect from his efforts. Aside from Sage apparently. "Oh, then who am I to keep you waiting," he crooned, flashing his sword to party and then attack, the both of them leaping lightly around as they fought.

Sage only had so much energy left.... especially now that he could barely breathe since there was a giant fire behind him. Oh well. He was fighting a loosing battle, he knew that....but he'd fight until he dropped. Besides ....he'd kept his men, and the treasure they'd worked so hard for, safe. Hell, maybe he'd even go down with his ship. That would be something, wouldn't it. He wasn't sure if this captain would kill him or just lock him up somewhere...and in all honesty he'd rather be dead than forced to bow his will to another.

Soon enough though, his movements slowed as his strength faded. He got slightly more sluggish, and instead of getting away from his opponents sword completely, he now bore plenty of small cuts and bruises. The other man wasn't perfect either....he'd landed hits of his own. But he was starting to spiral now. All he could do was keep going until he fell. That was how it had always been for him.

Taylor hefted up his sword again, his arms starting to feel incredibly jelly-like as the fight continued. The other captain had to be close to giving up, it felt as if the fight had been going on for ages, and the growing fire hasn't helping anyone.

His bruises ached, he could already feel certain ones starting to swell under his clothes. The fire was licking at the tips of his boots now, having already consumed the curtains and had made it's way down across the boards along the floor of the ship, as well as the walls.

The man coughed harshly into his shoulder, watching the smoke curl around the pair of them, before moving foreward with an exttra burst of energy, ready for the fight to be over and to be back on his own ship--hopefully with this captain in tow, but at the moment, he was just focussed on not burning up and dying.

"Surrender, Captain, you can't keep this up for long."

Sage was gasping for air by the time the other captain spoke up, breath rattling in his throat harshly. But he slowly pointed a shaky tip of his dagger at the other man, shaking his head. "I will fight for as long as I need to," he choked out, moving to meet the other man's sword with his own again.

He wasn't sure how much longer the fight went on after that, but it seemed like an eternity. Eventually though, his strength gave out, and the other man landed a hit which ended the battle. He found himself on the floor, cold steel against his throat and the other man pinning him down, keeping him from using the dagger he still had clenched in his fist.

He was clearly mad about it all, as he was expected to be he supposed, but he just couldn't go by more. He'd already done far more than anyone would have imagined he'd could....but his crew was far enough away by now they'd be safe. So he was ok with his own fate.

That would be up to the other captain...he could kill him, which seemed likely since he was pinning him down with a sword to his throat at the moment. Or he'd bind him, bring him to his own ship and toss him in the brig somewhere. Sage half hoped he'd just kill him here. He'd go down with his ship, his crew and treasure safe. That wasn't so bad, if you ask him.