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Seagulls circled above the slender warship which bobbed on the swells off of the eastern coast of Thain. The sea around the vessel was frothing with blood. Gulls dived for gibbets of floating flesh, wary of the long dark shapes lurking near the red surface.

The ship itself was alive with roaring challenges and ruckus of laughter; a throng of Vasheral raiders and a dozen or so stripped men who were their prisoners.

A rope belted the ship, being drawn by the hands of many men on deck.

"Heave, boys!"

The rope was drawn eagerly by several men. Moments later, a tattered human body fastened around the torso was drawn up against the side of the ship - headless. Another pirate reached over and unfastened the fatality. It collapsed into the water, the sharks resuming their feast.

One prisoner stood out from the others like a wolf among dogs. He was a six foot mesomorph of sculpted mass, riddled with the scars of a fighting man. His bloodstained hands were fastened behind the mast with a strong knot. Sweat was a sheen on his sun-bronzed musculature. This man was fit for violent exertions - the likes of which had washed the deck with blood only hours ago in an evidently premature mutiny. His supposed comrades in the fray, Vasheral themselves, cluttered around his feet. Some sitting, some laying, all guarded by surviving crew.

From his fastening to the mast he had watched calmly for the last hour as man after man was tied off to the rope belting the ship, lowered into the water, then drawn under the hull against the razor sharp barnacles. "Keel-hauling". The results were gruesome - tearing, dismemberment and even decapitation if they gave it gusto. Alternately, if they took their time, one might sag beneath most of the barnacles - but that was a death by drowning.

As the next protesting mutineer was fastened off and lowered into the water a tall negro with a shaved head approached the mast where the largest man was tied. The other prisoners shuffled out of the way of this one. He wore the garb of a Vasheral sailor - but what set him apart were his fine white silk trousers, soft grey leather jackboots and gold jewelery. A saber and hatchet were fixed to his belt and were still red from the fighting.

The ebony skinned giant gripped a fistful of the captive's sandy hair and stared into his dark blue eyes with his own - that horrible pair had been bleached white by practice of too much evil sorcery.

"You really thought you could take this ship, Aluskan?" his baritone simmered with rage brought down from the boil by victory at arms.

The man named "Aluskan" stared back into the white eyes of the captain. He seemed serene despite the predicament - a hard face and cold stare was all he gave. Frustrated at this, the negro jerked Aluskan's head forward by the hair and cracked it back against the mast with a thud. The aggressor leaned in closer to hush venomously into the prisoner's ear, "You have mistaken me for a fool, Aluskan! Resisting me shall be a -waste- of your life."

Tingling warmth spread on the back of Aluskan's head as the numbness quickly subsided. He felt the blood trickling down his bull-neck. Stars blurred his vision but he said nothing.

The negro eased off with a throaty laugh. He released his ringed fingers from the hair of the man by shoving his head aside, "I'll see you in the abyss, dog!"

Then came the command; "Haul him under keel!"

Two Vasheral standing by sprang into action and untied the ropes which bound Aluskan's swollen hands. The captain turned his back and swaggered away to disappear behind an ornate cabin door into his quarters. He was followed by a red haired mistress who had been waiting for him. The door shut behind her.

As Aluskan was being untied his azure gaze fixated on that closed door - a stare smoldering with hot wrath. After he was removed from the mast the Vasheral raiders bound his wrists once again and led him to the great rope looping the ship's belly. Some spat at him as he went. Others jeered and mocked. A sharp kick to the back of the knee brought him low. He knelt there at the mercy of his captors and rest his massive chest against the gunwale of the ship as they bound him.

If the might of the captors were combined they could not match him in power. Yet he did not resist in the slightest as they fastened him to be Keel-Towed. The remaining mutineers watched on at the treatment of their leader in silence.

While the Vasheral struggled to help the uncooperative but non-resisting prisoner to his feet he stared into those hungry ocean depths. What sight greeted him was that of a red orgy of sharks churning like devils in fiery hell ...

Now, his body began to protest. Every inch which they urged him closer to the edge he resisted - first with the steady legs of a mountain runner, then with the defiant tossing of his shoulders. He bared his white teeth, grunting and fighting back at the men accosting him. But it was to no avail. More Vasheral joined in heaving the barbarian over the gunwale. Then they began lowering him against the hull closer and closer to the surface of the water.
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