E-peshawari
Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 11
Many hours later, the pirates stormed ashore; highly disappointed that there was no pillaging, no rapine and no sacking. They did find what gold we left behind and that soothed savage breasts ... for the most part.
The part the pirates loved the best was the party. They had captured several boats and proceeded to murder ... in novel ways ... the males and rape the women, girls and children, an all night affair; the murders were gruesome and inspired. One can only kill in normal ways before it gets boring. The same with rapes ... three holes ... the same damn three holes ... over and over. And then someone decided that there was space ... lots of space ... for more holes. The victims had to die anyway ... no witnesses ... so ... why not.
"I'm gonna cut your head off and shit down your neck!"
Famous threat ... only one guy did it ... and that's what set off the orgy of killing.
"Rip your arm off and beat you to death with it!"
My wife used to threaten the kids with that one. She never did it ... but one of the pirates did.
So burnings, impalements, catching tossed babies on swords, ground glass, drownings and resuscitations, peeling, and then throwing the dying in salt sea water; trolling for sharks, chumming, all manner of really awful deaths. But nothing, absolutely nothing, that hadn't been done before ... by Christians to any non believer, and Muslims to infidels, Spaniards to just anybody. You can only kill in so many ways.