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A Story On A Roman Galley Ship

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Barbaria1 said:
Anyone know where this ship is headed? It may need to replenish its stock of slave rowers at the rate things are going.
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"Go back to your oar, 41."

I had the same thought - nailing up all your slaves and making them row without rest is like pulling out bits of your engine and throwing them away if some part starts malfunctioning, and then not ever changing the oil.:eek: Sooner or later, the ship will simply stop. :doh::doh::doh::D
 
Jollyrei said:
"Go back to your oar, 41."

I had the same thought - nailing up all your slaves and making them row without rest is like pulling out bits of your engine and throwing them away if some part starts malfunctioning, and then not ever changing the oil.:eek: Sooner or later, the ship will simply stop. :doh::doh::doh::D
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In reality, galleys were only rowed in battle, when maneuvering in port, or when there was no wind; otherwise, sails were used.
I could point out that - despite what you see in Ben-Hur - the Romans didn't use slaves to row their galleys. That practice didn't begin until about the XVI century when Christian and Muslim fleets used prisoners of war as galley slaves.
But, like Lew Wallace, let's not let historical accuracy get in the way of a good story.:cool:
 
Naraku said:
In reality, galleys were only rowed in battle, when maneuvering in port, or when there was no wind; otherwise, sails were used.
I could point out that - despite what you see in Ben-Hur - the Romans didn't use slaves to row their galleys. That practice didn't begin until about the XVI century when Christian and Muslim fleets used prisoners of war as galley slaves.
But, like Lew Wallace, let's not let historical accuracy get in the way of a good story.:cool:
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A fair point, I have been looking up some facts in order to give some accuracy to the story but hey, like you say, let's keep the story going. Here is the next installment, I have no idea where this is going or how it will end?
 
The wind had dropped quite significantly by the morning and the rowers were pulling with all there strength to keep the speed constant. The Black Eagle is one of the largest galley's to be built, more than twice the length of a normal galley and carried almost twice the amount of men. Normal galleys usually had fifty rowers, in the case of The Black Eagle there were ninety which were rotated every three hours to keep them fresh. Sometimes, after battle, prisoners from the defeated ships would be taken and made to row for their lives. Failure to accept this would result in death by several different methods. Sometimes they would be nailed to the hull of the ship, special areas of the boat had been reinforced just for this purpose. A few would be kept locked up and, when required, would be lashed to the front of the ship, when engaging the enemy. The sight of a naked slave screaming his head off as the approaching ship is set to ramming speed is enough to install fear into any enemy of Rome. The Black Eagle also carried a handful of women slaves mostly to entertain the soldiers at night, clean decks and to row when required. This was indeed a most impressive galley and was tasked to patrol the shores off the coast of Rome in search of Carthaginian ships.

Livia and Mila were slumped on their oars in a brief rest period. They had been watered and were rubbing their arms and swollen ankles to retrieve the circulation. Goab was pacing up and down the centre of the ship. He stopped and looked at Mila and bent down and lifted her face under her chin. He stared into her blank lifeless eyes and smirked, dribbling spit down his chin which fell onto her face, there was no reaction. He licked her cheek “ you taste very sweet today, maybe I come for you again tonight, let's see how many times I can fuck your arse before you pass out on me.” “Fuck you pig,” screamed Livia, “If I was not chained to this oar I would gouge your eyes out,” Livia stopped abruptly realising that this outburst could have serious repercussions on her. Goab swung around sharply and caught Livia a sharp blow to her temple, the world spun and then darkness.

Livia's eyes squinted as she tried to open them in the bright sunlight. There was a warm, not unpleasant breeze on her face which brought back memories of when she was a child and living with her mother and father and fetching the corn from the fields to make bread. Her matted hair was falling across her face and she went to move it from her eyes when reality set in, she was crucified! Goab had her lashed to the mast by coarse rope, as he had promised, for the first offence. Her arms were stretched out and roped at the wrists and under her armpits. Her tiny feet were lashed either side of the mast and were beginning to swell and turn purple due to the blood flow being restricted. Goab had stripped her fully naked and had rammed a cornu into her which he tied with a small piece of leather so that it would not drop out. “You,re awake then my little one, how do you like the view eh? Get used to it as you will be there all day by which time I guess you will be ready to behave.” Livia sighed but she was not going to retaliate for fear of a more harsher punishment. Goab continued “next time, my beauty, it will not be rope that binds you to the beams it will be cold hard iron. I will take great pleasure in driving them into your wrists while the walls of your cunt squeeze every bit of semen out of my cock as you take the pain. Your feet will be nailed through your ankles so that all can gaze at your inviting little cunt that has given so much enjoyment to my men on this voyage. Well, cannot spend time with you, I have other vermin to keep in line, enjoy the rest!” His laughter was loud and deep as he walked off cracking his long whip as he went. Livia,s eyes closed to blot out the harsh sunlight and with the gentle sway of the ship she fell asleep.

To be continued.........
 
Jollyrei said:
Excellent story so far. It's harrowing and exciting. You depict the horror of being a galley slave very well. Goab is a nicely dreadful character, as well. I give him a :mad::mad::mad:, for the moment. We'll wait to see what the official score is from Wragg. :devil:


I suspect the woman will die of tetanus shortly. Not much better than crucifixion. What happens if she gets sick? Throw her to the sharks, I suppose. :eek::eek::eek::eek:

Looking forward to more. :clapping:
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I think Jollyrei must be feeling especially tolerant... I'd give Goab :mad::mad::mad::mad::mad: at least, which means that William is writing like a genius! :clapping:
 
william23 said:
The wind had dropped quite significantly by the morning and the rowers were pulling with all there strength to keep the speed constant. The Black Eagle is one of the largest galley's to be built, more than twice the length of a normal galley and carried almost twice the amount of men. Normal galleys usually had fifty rowers, in the case of The Black Eagle there were ninety which were rotated every three hours to keep them fresh. Sometimes, after battle, prisoners from the defeated ships would be taken and made to row for their lives. Failure to accept this would result in death by several different methods. Sometimes they would be nailed to the hull of the ship, special areas of the boat had been reinforced just for this purpose. A few would be kept locked up and, when required, would be lashed to the front of the ship, when engaging the enemy. The sight of a naked slave screaming his head off as the approaching ship is set to ramming speed is enough to install fear into any enemy of Rome. The Black Eagle also carried a handful of women slaves mostly to entertain the soldiers at night, clean decks and to row when required. This was indeed a most impressive galley and was tasked to patrol the shores off the coast of Rome in search of Carthaginian ships.

Livia and Mila were slumped on their oars in a brief rest period. They had been watered and were rubbing their arms and swollen ankles to retrieve the circulation. Goab was pacing up and down the centre of the ship. He stopped and looked at Mila and bent down and lifted her face under her chin. He stared into her blank lifeless eyes and smirked, dribbling spit down his chin which fell onto her face, there was no reaction. He licked her cheek “ you taste very sweet today, maybe I come for you again tonight, let's see how many times I can fuck your arse before you pass out on me.” “Fuck you pig,” screamed Livia, “If I was not chained to this oar I would gouge your eyes out,” Livia stopped abruptly realising that this outburst could have serious repercussions on her. Goab swung around sharply and caught Livia a sharp blow to her temple, the world spun and then darkness.

Livia's eyes squinted as she tried to open them in the bright sunlight. There was a warm, not unpleasant breeze on her face which brought back memories of when she was a child and living with her mother and father and fetching the corn from the fields to make bread. Her matted hair was falling across her face and she went to move it from her eyes when reality set in, she was crucified! Goab had her lashed to the mast by coarse rope, as he had promised, for the first offence. Her arms were stretched out and roped at the wrists and under her armpits. Her tiny feet were lashed either side of the mast and were beginning to swell and turn purple due to the blood flow being restricted. Goab had stripped her fully naked and had rammed a cornu into her which he tied with a small piece of leather so that it would not drop out. “You,re awake then my little one, how do you like the view eh? Get used to it as you will be there all day by which time I guess you will be ready to behave.” Livia sighed but she was not going to retaliate for fear of a more harsher punishment. Goab continued “next time, my beauty, it will not be rope that binds you to the beams it will be cold hard iron. I will take great pleasure in driving them into your wrists while the walls of your cunt squeeze every bit of semen out of my cock as you take the pain. Your feet will be nailed through your ankles so that all can gaze at your inviting little cunt that has given so much enjoyment to my men on this voyage. Well, cannot spend time with you, I have other vermin to keep in line, enjoy the rest!” His laughter was loud and deep as he walked off cracking his long whip as he went. Livia,s eyes closed to blot out the harsh sunlight and with the gentle sway of the ship she fell asleep.

To be continued.........
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OK.

Now it's :mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad:

;)
 
The next installment, Things will be hotting up now.
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Slowly the beam was lowered ,inch by inch the deck got nearer and nearer. Ever since her ankles were unfastened, from the mast, all Livia,s weight had been pulling on her shoulders and these were near to dislocating. The last couple of feet she was dropped and landed in a quivering heap on the deck. A bucket of sea water was thrown over her sun scorched skin and her body shuddered as the sharpness of the cold liquid cooled her flesh. “Not so mouthy now, are we,” gloated the tall muscular figure of Goab. “Let's see how long it takes for you to give me trouble as I am looking forward to nailing you up and I may even crucify your sister for good company as well, now crawl back to your oar you have rested enough.” Livia sat on her haunches and very slowly and deliberately stood up as a show of strength and resilience. She finally arrived at her oar and was swiftly chained to it and her foot was fixed to the block. The order to strike oars was given and the task of moving the vessel on its journey began.

Meanwhile, the general had called a meeting with some of his men to discuss the orders of the day. Before they sailed he had been given extra orders in which they were to engage the enemy just north of the Bay of Naples. Several galleys had fallen foul of marauding ships intent on cutting off Roman supplies and they had been entrusted to seek and destroy them immediately. They were making good speed and should be insight of the bay by morning. “What is the condition of the slaves?” he asked. “we have had some trouble with a few of them” responded Goab, “but they have been dealt with and will not give us any problems again.” “How many prisoners are refusing to row?” he enquired. “We have three that were captured from the last battle, do you want them displayed on the keel?” “No, just take one as an example, we may need the others if we lose any when we engage the enemy. I will leave the choice to you Goab but make sure that all are aware as to what is to happen as a terrified prisoner is more cooperative.” Goab turned and made his way to the stern of the ship where a large bolted oak door stood between him and the cowering men confined in the darkness. He slid the bolt and flung open the door. The stench from the prisoners was overwhelming and even, as tough as he was, Goab almost took a step back in disgust. The prisoners had fouled themselves in their terror and were now mumbling in their native tongue. Goab reached in and he seized the first man he could reach by the ankle. The yelping man was pulled out unceremoniously and left sprawled on the floor. Goan looked at him in the eyes and winked. The man could be no more than twenty years if a day with long matted blond hair but strangely no hair on his chest. He had nothing to cover his modesty as this was removed before he was thrown into the black confinement. Goab grabbed his arm and pulled him along to the open hatch. He looked from side to side and passed some of his comrades that were now chained to the oars and would now serve Rome for the rest of their miserable lives. He was passed up the hatch and out onto the deck. “Prepare the figurehead” yelled Goab and a long oak beam was pulled to the centre of the ship. The young man looked in terror as ropes were brought and laid at his feet. “Bind him” came the order and the struggling man was held firmly down on the pole. His arms were raised and his wrists were lashed above his head. They moved to his feet and crossed them at the ankles and fixed them fast to the beam. Another length of rope was passed around his chest and now he was one with the beam. A soldier grabbed an end of the beam and the man was lifted off the deck. As the man was taken to the front Goab could not resist a flick to the man's bobbing penis just to hear him squeal. Once at the front the beam was fixed into a slot and, with ropes, was lowered into position. The beam locked in place and the man was now looking, head down, at the sea. “There you go” laughed Goab, “You will have a great view of the battle when we engage the enemy in the morning, not sure you will last that long so scream well. The man was howling his head off and sent a message to all that could hear his anguish.

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The night was long, the slaves were being rested as there was a favourable southerly wind and no need to row. Stealth was the order of the day, the element of surprise was essential to take the enemy by surprise. Besides, the slaves would need all their strength to row for their lives in the morning. Apart from the wind in the sails and the waves lapping against the side of the boat the only sound to break the stillness of the night was the low moans from the living figurehead which adorned the front of the vessel. Goab was keeping a watchful eye on his prisoner as he writhed in his bonds. “There is no point in struggling, the knots are firm and the rope strong” gloated Goab. The prisoner shook violently and a stream of piss spewed from his engorged penis. Goab laughed, “It will soon be morning and we sail into battle for the glory of Rome and I want you to put on a show for us all. Scream as loud as you like, your Gods will not hear you but the enemy will. Now I must get some rest it will be brutal and bloody in the morning so sleep well.”

Dawn broke early and an enemy ship was sighted in the distance. The crew was readied in full armour and the slaves suitably fed and watered to sustain them. As the enemy grew nearer the taskmaster struck the beat and the rowers pulled with all their strength. The tip of the whip was tasting flesh frequently but the high pitched shrieks were muffled by the groans of the strained oarsmen and women. Livia and Mila pulled with all their might, the veins in their arms standing out as the blood was pumped around their sweating bodies. “Crack” another feel of the whips tail on Livias left nipple made her squeal like a pig. The beat was quickened to ramming speed for the final distance. The living figurehead screamed and howled as the vessel dipped up and down throwing sea spray over his naked body. His eyes bulged as he saw the approaching ship getting larger as the distance reduced. He started to vomit and was mumbling some sort of prayer to his gods when the two ships collided. Blood and body parts showered the front of the deck. The collision had caused a huge gash in the side of the enemy ship which was now starting to fill with water rapidly. The boarding crew embarked the ship with a real show of force and the battle was fierce. The Roman weaponry was far superior and the enemy offered up little resistance. The captain of the ship was taken prisoner along with ten males and four females who were locked in the hold. All the rest had been dispatched by the sword or were drowned, chained to their oars, when the ship sank. That night the crew rejoiced and drank themselves into a drunken stupor.

The following day the captured prisoners were brought up on deck for inspection. Goab paced up and down looking very closely at the condition of the group. He began to gesture to show them that they would become galley rowers or would die if they chose to resist. Two of the women began sobbing and holding each other and one or two of the men shook their heads. These were separated from the rest and the remainder were taken back below to either be locked up or chained to an oar. One last time Goab gave them the chance to join the others but there were no further takers.

The two men and two women were quickly seized and bound hand and foot. Goab held out a finger and moved it from prisoner to prisoner teasing as to who he would choose first. His finger stopped on a dark skinned, black haired girl who started to sob uncontrollably. Her arms were quickly seized and she was dragged towards the mast. The blood stained beam awaited its next victim. The girl was flung down and Goab sat astride the girls waist. Two others held her arms along the beam whilst another bound them firm. As Goab sat on the struggling girl he held her firm breasts in his hands and teased the nipples, she sobbed even more. Two nails were dropped next to him along with a stout, short handle hammer. The girl was now fighting with all her strength but she was too weak to put up any resistance. “Clang”, the hammer fell, driving the sharp point though her tender wrist. Shrieks of unbelievable pain broke the air as several more blows made sure that the wrist was firmly fixed. The other wrist took the same punishment and blood frothed from her mouth where she had bitten her tongue in spasm of the extreme pain she was suffering. Goab stood up and viewed the writhing naked female body in front of him. He was always amazed at how those that are crucified, react when they feel the first nails penetrate their flesh. Most scream and howl their heads off, like this one, whereas some are calm ans resigned to their fate. On occasions they faint and have to be revived before the punishment could continue. Now it was time to hoist the victim into place and rope was tied to each end of the beam. Goab stood with arms folded “haul away” he ordered, and slowly the prisoner was raised inch by inch off the deck. “Slowly” commanded Goab, “Let her feel the edge of the nails against her bones and don't jerk too much I don't want her to bleed to death, she must hang as an example.” Once in place the rope was tied off and she hung like a puppet trying not to move and cause sharp bolts of pain down her arms. Goab took a vicious looking spike out of his pouch, it must have been at least ten inches long and filed down to a very sharp point. Goab looked in disgust and grabbed his hammer. He placed the spike on the hilt of a sword and began flattening the point. “This needs to be blunt” he growled, “the blunter the better so that it will crush the nerves in her feet and cause her unbelievable agony.” Once completed he walked up to the now motionless body of the women. He made eye contact once again as he always liked to see the facial expression when more pain was inflicted. One of his helpers went behind the mast and grabbed the woman's ankles and forcing the sole of the left foot onto the instep of the right. “Get a good grip and hold fast” ordered Goab as he placed the spike between the bones of the toes. “Smack” the hammer fell and drove the spike almost clean through and into the foot underneath. The woman howled and thrashed around in her indescribable agony. Goab continued to smash the spike through the limbs until the head of the spike rested flat against her foot. “Lookout” someone shout, as a jet of golden pee shot from the tortured body and almost hit Goab in the face. Goab took a pace back and observed the straining body in front of him. He turned to look at the cowering group of prisoners who were now sobbing uncontrollably and pleading for their lives. “Right, who shall we have next” he sneered.

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Goab was looking at the miserable group of naked prisoners with interest. They had just witnessed the barbaric crucifixion of one of their own and were begging to be spared the same fate. Goab leant forward and rested his hand on the shoulder of a young man of maybe nineteen to twenty years old. Tears were running down his soft cheeks and his hands were cupped over his small penis to keep some modesty. “I don't know if you can understand what I am saying,” he whispered in the lads ear. “You will all meet your end in some way, I will decide how and when that will happen, in the meantime I want you to fall at my feet and beg for forgiveness.” The lad looked puzzled, as Goab expected, He obviously had know idea what was being said, much to the amusement of some of the crew. “Shall I have you crucified on the other side of the mast?” he said in a calming voice and with a smile. The lad smiled back, not knowing what had been asked of him. There was more laughter from the crew, they enjoyed this mockery, the lad himself would seal his own fate eventually. Goab grabbed a handful of the other woman prisoner and pulled her up to his face. She winced at the stale wine from his breath, Goab grabbed her mouth and stuck his tongue down her throat whilst inserting several fingers up her arse and stroking her clit with his thumb. She moaned but at the same time brought her knee up sharply in his groin. Goab buckled to the floor with tears falling down his face, some of his crew were roaring with laughter at the sight of this brute of a man being felled by such a petite frame. “Enough!” roared Goab “You” and he stared into her dark brown eyes, “have made a big mistake. Your punishment will be the most severe of all, you will not die quickly mark my words.” He looked back at the young lad, “bring me another beam and some fresh nails.” the boy trembled and held his head making a long, loud moaning sound.“Clunk” the heavy beam was dropped on the deck next to the whimpering boy along with two long spikes and a hammer. Goab walked over to two of his crew and whispered something in their ears. They turned on the young lad and grabbed his legs from under him and pulled him towards the beam. The boy was screaming so loud that his face was bright red. They spread his legs wide and placed his feet on the beam. Goab had also brought two wooden washers and had proceeded to push the points of the spikes through them. To the two remaining prisoners it was clear that he was to be crucified upside down! Goab sat on the boys legs and positioned the left foot where he wanted it. He ordered one of his crew to hold the toes and the ankle so that he could place the point of the spike on the heel. The lad flinched when he felt the first touch of the iron on his flesh. He gritted his teeth as he saw the shadow of the hammer begin to fall and join his body to the wood. “Crack” iron met iron and then the splintering sound as it made its way into flesh, bone and then hard wood. The boys eyes rolled in his head, he had never felt such pain but this was just the beginning of hours of prolonged anguish. Soon it was all over and both feet were pinned to the wood. His penis stood proud and erect as this was normal with the pain and the sudden surge of blood to the organs. A rope was tied to the beam and three crew members lifted the beam and its attachment to the side of the ship. “Let's go fishing” Yelled Goab, as the twisting lad was lowered over the side. Blood was running down the boys legs from the angry spikes protruding from his pierced heels. He looked down to see the crystal clear water edging closer and closer. Now he had something else to take his mind off the pain in his feet, drowning! “Dip him in and let some blood in the water from his feet” ordered Goab. The lad was dropped the last few feet into the chilly water and the shock almost took his breath away. “Pull him up” came the command and once again his body weight hung by his feet. “Just wait a minute” said Goab as he surveyed the immediate area. “There!” shouted one of the crew and he pointed at a silvery fin just breaking the surface. Goab leaned over the side and looked down at the spread eagled boy. “Time for dinner” he laughed, “Lower away” and he gestured for this to be done very slowly. He could see the look of terror in the boys face as first his arms then shoulders touched the water. The attack was quick and brutal, no one saw it coming. The large fish took most of the boys upper body and almost pulled the rope out of the men,s hands. There was a lot of thrashing about and blood foamed over the surface, it was all over in a couple of minutes. The men pulled the rope up with the beam still attached. The beam thumped on the deck and a crew member pulled out the two spikes and threw, what remained of the feet, overboard for the smaller fish. “Tie the remaining two together, I will deal with them later,something special I think.”

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william23 said:
Goab was looking at the miserable group of naked prisoners with interest. They had just witnessed the barbaric crucifixion of one of their own and were begging to be spared the same fate. Goab leant forward and rested his hand on the shoulder of a young man of maybe nineteen to twenty years old. Tears were running down his soft cheeks and his hands were cupped over his small penis to keep some modesty. “I don't know if you can understand what I am saying,” he whispered in the lads ear. “You will all meet your end in some way, I will decide how and when that will happen, in the meantime I want you to fall at my feet and beg for forgiveness.” The lad looked puzzled, as Goab expected, He obviously had know idea what was being said, much to the amusement of some of the crew. “Shall I have you crucified on the other side of the mast?” he said in a calming voice and with a smile. The lad smiled back, not knowing what had been asked of him. There was more laughter from the crew, they enjoyed this mockery, the lad himself would seal his own fate eventually. Goab grabbed a handful of the other woman prisoner and pulled her up to his face. She winced at the stale wine from his breath, Goab grabbed her mouth and stuck his tongue down her throat whilst inserting several fingers up her arse and stroking her clit with his thumb. She moaned but at the same time brought her knee up sharply in his groin. Goab buckled to the floor with tears falling down his face, some of his crew were roaring with laughter at the sight of this brute of a man being felled by such a petite frame. “Enough!” roared Goab “You” and he stared into her dark brown eyes, “have made a big mistake. Your punishment will be the most severe of all, you will not die quickly mark my words.” He looked back at the young lad, “bring me another beam and some fresh nails.” the boy trembled and held his head making a long, loud moaning sound.“Clunk” the heavy beam was dropped on the deck next to the whimpering boy along with two long spikes and a hammer. Goab walked over to two of his crew and whispered something in their ears. They turned on the young lad and grabbed his legs from under him and pulled him towards the beam. The boy was screaming so loud that his face was bright red. They spread his legs wide and placed his feet on the beam. Goab had also brought two wooden washers and had proceeded to push the points of the spikes through them. To the two remaining prisoners it was clear that he was to be crucified upside down! Goab sat on the boys legs and positioned the left foot where he wanted it. He ordered one of his crew to hold the toes and the ankle so that he could place the point of the spike on the heel. The lad flinched when he felt the first touch of the iron on his flesh. He gritted his teeth as he saw the shadow of the hammer begin to fall and join his body to the wood. “Crack” iron met iron and then the splintering sound as it made its way into flesh, bone and then hard wood. The boys eyes rolled in his head, he had never felt such pain but this was just the beginning of hours of prolonged anguish. Soon it was all over and both feet were pinned to the wood. His penis stood proud and erect as this was normal with the pain and the sudden surge of blood to the organs. A rope was tied to the beam and three crew members lifted the beam and its attachment to the side of the ship. “Let's go fishing” Yelled Goab, as the twisting lad was lowered over the side. Blood was running down the boys legs from the angry spikes protruding from his pierced heels. He looked down to see the crystal clear water edging closer and closer. Now he had something else to take his mind off the pain in his feet, drowning! “Dip him in and let some blood in the water from his feet” ordered Goab. The lad was dropped the last few feet into the chilly water and the shock almost took his breath away. “Pull him up” came the command and once again his body weight hung by his feet. “Just wait a minute” said Goab as he surveyed the immediate area. “There!” shouted one of the crew and he pointed at a silvery fin just breaking the surface. Goab leaned over the side and looked down at the spread eagled boy. “Time for dinner” he laughed, “Lower away” and he gestured for this to be done very slowly. He could see the look of terror in the boys face as first his arms then shoulders touched the water. The attack was quick and brutal, no one saw it coming. The large fish took most of the boys upper body and almost pulled the rope out of the men,s hands. There was a lot of thrashing about and blood foamed over the surface, it was all over in a couple of minutes. The men pulled the rope up with the beam still attached. The beam thumped on the deck and a crew member pulled out the two spikes and threw, what remained of the feet, overboard for the smaller fish. “Tie the remaining two together, I will deal with them later,something special I think.”

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