115 Walk the plank!

"Do you have any last words?"

"Please captain have mercy on me! I promise to not do it again!"

"Mercy? Does someone like you deserve my mercy? You should count yourself lucky that I'm even giving you last words. Yet you're using them in such a way. You truly are a man who doesn't deserve to be a crew member on my ship. Now shut your damn mouth up and walk the plank."

"Please captain!"

"Don't "please captain" me right now. Now walk the plank before I personally push you off the ship. Have some dignity in death at least."

The man shook as his tied hands dug into his wrists. He looked back once more before walking on the plank. The stretch of wood shook with the man's weight. His amber eyes shining under the sun as he closed his eyes and continued to walk above the raging waters below. Despite the fact that the man was about to jump into water filled with hungry sharks, he still held his chin up and walked the plank. HIs mind filled itself with both the happy and depressing moments he spent with the crew of the ship. He then chuckled to himself as he realized that his actions do deserve a punishment such as that of walking the plank. He could hear the sniffling of his fellow crew members. The captain hiding his tears as he tries to keep a poker face on. The man takes a deep breath as he feels the next step lead up to air instead of the plank. He was now one step away from his death. He could hear the sound of the anticipating sharks below as they begun to imagine the taste of this meal that was about to fall to them.

He felt a shiver run down his bony back as he imagined the sharks below sinking their pearly, sharp teeth in his skin, tearing it apart. He felt his eyes well up with moisture as fear filled him. The man sniffled before jumping. The air around him whooshed as he fell to the water below. His tears fell and mingled in with the water below. A shark then opened its large mouth as the man fell in. The screams from his crew members and captain vibrated and entered his heart. The shark then closed his mou-Hey! What the hell was that for Mila?

"You son of a bitch! What the fuck are you reading in front of a ten-year-old child?!"

Weston and the other crew members listening to his story pouted as I took the old book from his hands. I looked over to see a teary Lutious as Zarfia held him close. The crew members threw their hands up as they said.

"What happens next?"

Weston smiled as he opened his mouth to speak. I then took out my gun and put the barrel inside of his mouth. Weston's eyes widened before he raised his hands in defeat. I then said in a low voice.

"My dear Weston, don't tell me that you were about to disobey my orders and continue to state what happens next?"

"Oh come on Captain Mila! Let him finish the story! We want to hear about the shark eating that man!"

First of all.

I was disgusted as hell from the story.

Second of all.

The fact that my crew members enjoyed hearing about a shark eat a man only made me more disgusted.

And third of all.

Why was the man who was walking the plank made out to be some sort of hero?

I had read the story in Weston's hands. The motherfucker killed two of his "fellow crew members" because they simply took his whiskey away. How the fuck is someone like that hailed as a hero?

I looked over to see Lutious burying his face into Zarfia's chest. She patted his chest. Pity and sympathy filled me. The poor kid was probably traumatized from hearing the story. I should walk up to him and take him away from these men. They are only a bad influence on my adorable child.

The sound of clacking filled the tense air as my boots hit the deck. I then bent and reached over to pat Lutious's head.

"I'm sorry Lutious, that story must've been terrible-"

I shut my fucking mouth real fast as Lutious turned to me and showed me an expression that I did not expect. A face of anger. Lutious then glared at me and turned to hug Zarfia.

"Stupid Mila, all because of you I can't hear the rest of the story."

Do you know the feeling of realizing that your life was a whole lie? It typically happens when you learn about death for the first time. At that moment you finally understand that your cat didn't go to some park to play with other cats, instead he fucking died. But your parents convinced you of the fact that he was still alive.

As Lutious told me those words, I felt like someone had just extended their arm and slapped me.

And no, it wasn't some normal bitch slap. Instead it felt like a slap delivered by a rich man with his glove who I've just told that caviar tastes like shit.

I coughed blood as Lutious's words continued to replay themselves in my head. My cute little child must have already entered his rebellious phase. The rest of the crew members found this as a chance to further piss me off, as they cried out imploring me to let Weston finish the story.

Ladies and gentlemen, if annoyance was measured in terms of "low, medium, and high", my level of annoyance would be "call the fire department bitch because someone is on fire".

"WHY ARE ALL OF YOU SITTING ON YOUR ASSES? I HAVE GIVEN EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU A TASK TO COMPLETE BY MID-DAY BUT NONE OF THOSE TASKS ARE COMPLETED. WHY IS THE DECK STILL DIRTY? WHY ARE THE SAILS NOT ADJUSTED? WHY AREN'T THE LOOSE BOARDS FIXED? STOP COMPLAINING LIKE LITTLE BITCHES AND DO YOUR JOBS!"

My throat now wore the label of "deceased" as I puffed and heaved from my yelling. Every single crew member had their eyes widened and their large mouths shut tight as sweat dripped down their foreheads. I then managed to croak out.

"Do I make myself clear?"

The crew members nodded as they stood up and went to their individual tasks. Lutious looked at me with a glare before walking towards the other navigators. I bit my lip to hold back my tears. I then balled up my fist and shook it as I thought.

"This is for your good my dear Lutious. Discipline is needed for me to raise you."

Zarfia then walked over to me and patted my back.

"Miss Mila is your throat okay? You've done quite a yell."

I nodded as I felt my throat burn as if someone forced me to swallow sandpaper. A second later my eyes met those of Weston. He chuckled nervously before turning to run to the door leading to the inside of the ship. I smiled as I ran over and held on to the cuff of his coat before he took off. Weston then looked over to see my superficial smile. I then sang.

"My d-e-a-r We-s-t-o-n, where do you think you're going? I have much to talk to you about."

Weston's face immediately paled as he gulped and nodded. I smirked then pushed him on the ground. Weston's back yelled "CRACK!" as it hit the wooden deck below. I then walked around his body and held on to his foot. Weston watched with widened eyes the whole time. I then continued to smile as I started to pull his leg so that Weston was being dragged across the deck. The crew members looked at a screaming Weston with pity as he passed by them. They would go back to their task once they meet my gaze.

I chuckled.

Suffer you little bitch, no one's going to help your sorry ass.

Just as I thought that I bumped against a familiar figure. I turned to see Baron, and Francois looking at me with fake smiles. They then looked over at my should to see a sweating Weston whose coat and blouse have been pushed up to his abdomen due to being dragged across the deck. Weston then said.

"Please help me!"

Baron smiled as he walked over and knelt next to Weston.

"Oh? I should help a man who my wife is dragging across the deck? Hmm. My dear Weston, you must have brought this on yourself. After all, my wife is always right."

Weston spit at Baron's face as he said.

"You fucking ass-kisser! Stop your shit and help me!"

Baron chuckled as he wiped away Weston's spit. He then said.

"Oh my dear Weston, I wish that I could actually kiss Mila's a-"

Baron never finished that sentence as I slapped the back of his head. He then turned to look at me. Baron flinched as I said.

"My dear Baron, go ahead and finish that sentence if you want it to be your last."

Baron nodded as he shut his mouth. Weston blinked as he realized that Baron was not going to be a source of aid to him. He then turned to Francois.

"Francois! Help me!"

Francois chuckled as he set a cigar in his mouth and took out his small metallic lighter. A "flick" later, Francois was smoking that cigar of his. He then looked at Weston as if he were looking at decomposing trash bag.

"Oh? Why should I help a man who doesn't agree with my ideal of a femme parfait? (perfect woman)"

Weston then started to struggle and kick as I held tight on his ankle. I chuckled as I looked down at him and said.

"Oh my, oh my. It looks like no one is willing to help you. Oh, I might actually feel some pity for you my dear Weston. But not enough sympathy to not give you, your rightful punishment."

Weston's face flashed all the colors of the rainbow as I felt his anger start to spill out. He then started to quiver like a fish caught on a hook as I held on tight and continued to drag him to the edge of the ship. I then turned and set his ankle down.

"My dear Weston, your story was quite entertaining. Why don't we make it a reality?"

Weston's eyes widened as he held his ankle which I had been holding. He then started to crawl back.

"What do you mean?"

I chuckled as I said.

"Walk the plank you son of a bitch."

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Thank you so much for reading my luvs! Your lil author is finally back! This week has been one hell of a nightmare as she had struggled in moving to a new apartment despite having a sprained ankle, as well as finals. I am now ready and prepared to post regularly! This was a little post to get me back into the mood of writing, I hope that you've enjoyed it, now stay tuned for the next part of the second floor of the ziggurat!

P.S

Yes I am now out of skittles, and yes I am ordering more.