Chapter 16

Here is a lot of the sketchy part, at least a little bit more than what we had earlier and a bit more detailed. If someone could tell me what you think it should be rated, I would love you forever. Hope you enjoy!

            “What the hell! Get the hell out of my berth, you b*****d!” People are moving around in the berth as I scream. Any minute Travis will burst through the door to me rescue, I hope.

            “I’s gots a promise t’ settle, b***h. You’s shouldn’t mind, havin’ had yer please-ur with that son of a b***h already. Sos lays on down and let me on tha’ be o’ yers.” Slag locks the door, grinning to himself.

            “How the bloody hell did you get in my room, you b*****d! Get the hell away from me! HELP!” I scream louder and louder. Boots begin to stomp on the deck above, all of them heading in the direction of the midshipmen berth. Ignoring the noises, he undresses rapidly. Someone is beating on the door and the latch to the main room is thrown open. “Help me, god! HELP ME! WAH!” I scream, tears beginning to run down my cheek. Slag is stark naked and walking towards me. I back into the corner of the room, screaming so hard that it feels like my head will explode. I’m running out of breath and the tears are coming harder and he keeps coming closer and they are banging on the door harder and…

            “I’m comin’, Maria!” someone yells from the other side of the door. I let out a loud scream as a shoulder thuds against the door, knocking it off of its’ hinges. In steps two marines, the captain, and Travis.

            “Oh s**t!” Slag screams, attempting to cover the small amount of male genitalia that he has. Each one of the marines grab a shoulder and drag him to the deck. I fall to the floor, crying as hard as I possibly could. Travis runs to me, pulling me into a loving embrace and allowing me to sob into his chest. The captain walks over, putting a hand on my shoulder comfortingly. Slowly, the sobbing subsides and the captain removes his hand from my shoulder. I look up into his face, seeing a ear slide down his cheek before he quickly wipes it away.

            “Are you coming? If you don’t hurry you’ll miss the show. I think it will be a good one.” The captain smirks, walking out of the room. Travis pulls me to my feet and we walk out of the room together. Tears still slide down my face but the racking sob from a few seconds ago is gone.

 

 

Slag is tied to the mast stark naked. In the captain’s hand is a nine headed whip that I know the men on the ship call the cat of nine tails. All of the sailors are on the deck, waiting to watch the spectacle that is about to happen.

“Slag McGill is to be flogged 10 times for assaulting a woman who is a sailor of a higher degree.” The captain calls out, his arm swinging back for the first blow. It lands across his back.

“Yow! You son of a b***h! You just want her fer yourself! Yow!” Slag screams as the second blow lands across his bare buttocks. His eyes tear and he loses the ability to speak, the only noise coming from his throat is the scream of pain. The third blow comes across his shoulder. He lets out a loud shriek and then his body goes limp, the only thing holding him up is the rope that holds him to the mast.

“Is-is he dead?” I look up at Travis questioningly.

“No, he passed out.” He explains calmly. “I think this is quite humorous actually. Don’t you?” he  whispers in my ear, his arm around my waist the only thing keeping me on my feet. A small chuckle bubbles from his stomach and out his throat, a grating and sick sound.

“I think it is a little harsh but he does deserve it. Why do they whip people anyway?” I ask, the tears finally ceasing and my breath returning to its normal rhythm.

“It’s called flogging and it all depends on what they did. A life for a life. If you assault a higher rank it is 5 with the cat. If you sexually assault someone is 25 or keel hauling. The captain can give or take what he wants. I bet he gets keel hauled later.” The grating chuckle comes out of his throat.

“What is ‘keel hauling?’” I ask. The captain is on his seventh hit. Slag is hanging by his arms, silent.

“it is when they put the person in the water at the front of the ship and drag them along the bottom of the ship. The barnacles rip off the skin as he is pulled across the bottom. They either come up dead or unconscious, usually dead though.” He explains to me. My knees become weak and I feel sick. The thought makes me want to vomit.

“That sounds painful. I need to stop this.” I break out of Travis’ grip and fall to the captain’s feet, my stomach still feeling sick.

“Maria, what is it?” the captain pauses his whipping, looking down at me.

“Please don’t kill him!” The words burst out of my mouth, shocking everyone n the deck. “He didn’t hurt me! He tried but didn’t succeed!” Tears are flowing down my cheeks, guilt and sympathy for this man that deserves nothing from me fills every part of me.

“Maria, why don’t you want me to kill this b*****d?” He looks down at me, bewilderment in his voice and anger burning in his eyes.

“I can’t stand seeing people be killed in cold blood. Please!” I cry out, the captain staring at me as if I was a crazy woman. Travis come up behind me, picking me up and carrying me below, taking me away from the happenings of the day.

Reviews

[Moyo]

Wow, I never knew about the key hauling thing. What, it's not over? Where's the rest?

[melissa]

see this is the detail I’m talking about.. in my stories it feels like I’m just explaining that I’m not telling a story. i really liked it great job:)