The Proverbial War

Koke was jerked forward by a knot of pirates, who looked cowed by the insane fury of their leader. Within seconds Koke found himself tied off to the ship's mainmast.

The bindings of the rope were beyond tight. He more or less sensed that Captain Sally was behind him and the knowledge of that caused him to tense up in anticipation of what he knew was to come. It was like a pirate movie he'd watched as a kid, only this was reality.

There was a sharp crack of the whip and Koke screamed out in agony as the individual strands of the whip each capped with a jagged metal barb chewed into his back and shoulders.

"Scream boy! I'm gonna paint my ship red with your blood!" Stormed out the vengeful Captain Sally.

She flailed away with the cat-a'nine tails mercilessly. Koke's back turned red along with his legs and where the metal jagged pieces wrapped around to his front.

Koke was in a realm beyond agony as he sobbed against the pole that in his pain he had bitten a chunk out of.

The strikes of the whip stopped.

In his agony Koke noticed that the congregated pirates were gone. Where were they?

Surely they weren't lining up to rape him. Laughing hysterically he turned his head to confirm his fate, but the pirates weren't even focused on him. They were all gathered at the ship's railing looking out to sea.

Captain Sally was yelling out something and Koke tried to keep a hold of consciousness in order to figure out whether or not help was coming. He already felt dead in some ways.

"Get the sails out you scally wags! Well what are you waiting for? Do you want to be blown to bits! Weigh anchor!"

"What do you want done with him?" Came a pirate's voice from the mob.

"Throw him over the side for shark bait. Get moving!"

The tight bonds holding Koke to the mainmast were slashed and Koke slumped in a bloody heap to the deck. He was unceremoniously drug across the deck then. Something was wrapped around his ankles and then rough hands sent him flying.

Downward he fell with a hard smack into the water. Contact with the water charged him to semi consciousness and reflexively he gasped for air before he was pulled down by something heavy.

Invigorated by the water and a chance at escape he vainly waved his arms, but it did no good as he continued to sink. He glanced down to see a ball and chain looped about his ankles. He wasn't going to make it. All this effort to survive and he was still going to die!