Thread: The Plunder of War (BennyQ/Alexandria94)

Are you deaf, woman? He looked at the two escorts. You dim-witted, shit-for-brains, bloody oafs! You did something to her! She's too frightened she can't speak. I'll have the lot of you weighed with stones and dumped in an alligator swamp off the coast of Alexandria! At this threat, several of Zeno's more competent guards stepped forward, ready to detain the men and punish them for their affront to the scared laws of pirating. However, the blue eyed fellow stuttered his defense. N-no sir, beg-begging your pardon, sir, but we found her hiding in the crates, sir. Honest sir, he cringed, and taking one look at the approaching guards he caved, I never touched her, I swear sir! By now all the remaining pirates had reassembled above deck, quickly transporting the captured goods onto his own vessel. Zeno however, was known as a fair Captain, and he gestured for his guards to stand down. The woman still didn't respond. He could see both defiance and fear mixed in her eyes and he knew there would be a challenge in separating those two. Take this queen of silence to my quarters! Tie her and gag her, and if I find one mark on her, I'll use your balls as paperweights! Now be off! And with that, the two pirates grabbed their prisoner and escorted her across the gangplank onto the pirate vessel. But before she was out of sight, she heard the First Mate approach the Captain. Sir, what of the other survivors? He asked, nodding to the odd-thirty individuals huddled at the prow. Zeno thought for a moment. Survivors? There are no survivors. Have the goods loaded as quickly as possible. The First Mate, an easterner from Turkey and referred to as the Turk, straightened up at this order and then guessed at the Captain's intentions with the only survivor. Very well. And what of Massilina? Massilina, being his current concubine, had lost her appeal and was growing less and less satisfying each time. Zeno turned back, Give her to the men. Used goods are of very little value. And with that, he crossed the gangplank behind Adalind, and caught her by the shoulder. Looking straight into her eyes, he said, Now, let's see what this spy has to say. I have a few techniques on getting spies to talk, you know. I'm sure you'll come to enjoy them, in fact. And as he finished, behind him across the merchant ship, axes and swords fell upon bound captives, their cries of death and mercy ringing out across the darkening sea. Their bodies were then unceremoniously dumped overboard, but not before being thoroughly looted. With a gesture from Zeno, the two men roughly dragged her into the captain's quarters, while two other men dragged another woman out. She was wide-eyed and scared, knowing she had just gone from being the Captain's personal plaything to that of the men's, a bunch less refined and civilized in their arts. She begged Zeno to keep her as she was swept past but he ignored her, his eyes only for his new captive, and she gave the death stare to Adalind with murderous eyes. The Captain's quarter was fairly refined. This ship having once belonged to a member of nobility, the room reserved for the distinguished guest was quite spacious. A large bed, blanketed with captured silks and furs stood in the middle. To the right was Zeno's desk, in which gold and other precious metals were arranged as well as some papers. It would seem very odd to an outsider, that this crude pirate captain could read and write. To the left was a large wardrobe, and from the marks around the cabinet hinges, it could be told that clothes were not kept in there. The floor was covered in a smattering of rugs from all parts of the world. Adalind was escorted to one of the corner bed posts, kicked to her knees, and roughly bound to the unmovable oak. The guards, with a look of envy towards their captain, then left the room, leaving them alone. Now then, I hope your situation has dawned on you so it would be good of you to talk. What were you doing on that ship. He moved closer to her, his breath stinking of wine. All along the post and on the floor, dried blood was visible. And yet, from the cries of Massilina, apparently this was a better fate than being given to the men.