Chapter 67: Loyalty That Isn't Absolute
The night at the privateering alliance's anchorage was deep, with darkness enveloping the area for nineteen hours each day, fostering an atmosphere ripe for disorder. This was particularly true for pirates, a restless breed by nature.
"Mercy, mercy! Mr. Bill, we'll never do it again." "Executioner, stop hitting us. It's because the captain forbade us from going ashore. We heard the sound of dice in the casino and couldn't control our gambling addiction!"
On the deck of the 'Vengeful Goddess,' four sailors, stripped bare, were securely bound to ropes, swaying in the frigid night air. A tall, imposing pirate officer, brandishing a 'Cat o' Nine Tails', lashed them mercilessly, their screams of agony piercing the night.