Rubio and the Great Blue Crab - a Very short story

Hi Guys! This is a short story about my Pirate Warhammer character, Scaramuchia. I sent this out to my immediate gaming group, but thought that I would post it here, as well. It gives some insight into her mind at the moment of the game, and is part of a new writing challenge that Gregory and I made. :>

Though smaller than a dragon, the crab towered over Scaramuchia. Shards of cyan, azure, and indigo glittered off his carapace where the sand, water and sunlight converged. It was easily one of the most beautiful things Scara had ever seen, and one of the most terrifying. Its mouth was a twisted line of shell and could easily bite off her head or one of her limbs. This thought froze her mind and movements just as she heard, "Ha Ha!" The sound of Rubio's cry of triumph broke her reverie. A look of concentration fell across the Estalian's face, then his arms became yellow pincers, the size of the creature's. The crab, irritated, began to dance his disdain for the small beast with the large claws. Taking notes in her book of every gesture, the young Estalian girl was responsibly sure that she had just discovered the crab signal for 'Screw your mother. Go away'. Rubio repeated this signal which the creature recognized as an insult. Just when she feared seeing Rubio's life ended horribly before her, he shot stars of bright light ahead of the crab's eye stalks. It thrashed and complained, then Rubio was at its side, his hands struggling to find purchase in the shell. At first he slipped and slid, but then he managed to haul himself up onto the creature's back.

With a smile the shone ear to ear the young wizard surveyed the world from the beast's back. Seeing his triumph, she felt her heart soar. She shot her fist into the air to celebrate his victory with him. He had achieved the impossible. Of course, this was not the first time. Rubio was the Slayer of El Toro Rojo. He was a wizard who had survived with her when their older crew members were killed. He was her closest friend. Once again, he had shown her the way.  

Instead of being afraid of being eaten, Rubio knew no fear. He acted. Scara looked down at her book of observations and the up at Rubio. The wizard was a man of action, not words. Most of her words had been silenced recently. Perhaps there was a reason for this, Myrmidia had her ways of showing those who believed. Action was the path forward, paved with brave adventure. Life was passing her by, and she was allowing it to do so.

For a moment, she turned her eyes from Rubio and his new mount out to the sea. Out there, in the vast waters, her crew waited. Out there, her teacher was in slavery. She could do something, anything to help. But first, first she had to learn how to be brave. She had to learn how to seize the moment. With this realization she nodded, and went back to writing. This was not her moment. This was Rubio's moment. Her moment would come.