The ship Bettlegut sailed near the shore. It was a nice flat bottomed
skiff. The five searats that sailed were cruel. They were a small group but
were good at what thay did. The captain was named Ogker. "hey cap'n looket
a small grove o' trees on the port side!" Ogker smiled "Letz stop der
matey" they pulled into the shallows and jumped on the wet sands. Raknu had
been watching the vessel and had a plan; she scurried back to the others.
They had been preparing since they saw the craft. It was simple the searats
would come in the tree grove and they would sneak out and take the ship,
simple. Ogker walked up to the trees a signaled to the other four. "come on
mateys there bees vittle for der pikkin." The searats ran up and began
eating. It was the work of a moment, the four friends snuck away and
boarded the vessel. It sailed away into the morning with the vermin
shouting and wailing from the shore.
The fox walked the deck of his ship his other twelve ship's following him. Sarreket was happy that day. New slaves! There were twenty young otters he had captured. The rest lie dead next to twenty old oar slaves. Sarreket commanded a vast amout of corsairs, all back stabbers and murders. He liked beasts like them, he knew they would sell their mothers for a crust. He smiled as they sailed on his eyes focused on the briney "Laggut check for reefs, we are close in and I don't want to be keeled on rocks" the rat scurried off to do his masters bidding. He strode to his cabin, smirking like a dibbun at a feast. He knew his crew feared him, he loved the hint of helpless worry in their voices. He called for a stoat named Skrrab. The stoat walked in and the Capitan addressed him "Skrrab go bring up that otter with the white spot on his paw, the one the others call skipper, I would like to talk to em. The stoat smiled "Yes cap'n" he left and returned with the otter, heavily bound in chains. The black fox smiled. "So you are de un who killed three of me crew...I need good beasts like yerself iffen ye wish to join me fleet". The otter spat on the fox, his voice radiating contempt. "Ye can go boil yer stinkin black head you fat wave scum!" Sarreket's eyes went cold. No one spits on me... Skrrab get slave master Bootgut ta give him twenty lashes...that should set em straight." The captain smiled with glee as he heard the sould of a whip striking flesh, But there was not a sound from the otter. Sarreket's smile faded... he would have to go down extra hard on this one... he was a tough one.
Out on deck the crew jeered at the bleeding otter, one big weasel spat upon him "hehehe dats wutcha get fer insultiratin cap'n otter mater harharhar." The fat weasel came to close, Skipper of otters struck him in the face with his rudder, it hit him like a mace throwing the weasel overboard. The rats laughed," derr goes tubby gut Tebbutgo" they laughed until they fell about. "hohohohoharho didja see his face,he just wnt Kersplosh Gahahaha" Sarreket strode onto deck, all merriment ceased almost immediately. Then the lookout yelled "Cap'n Cap'n Looket there is smoke on der horizon." Sarreket strode to the prow and saw it. "Head for it me 'arties!" the crew set about rigging the sails to catch the wind.
The fox walked the deck of his ship his other twelve ship's following him. Sarreket was happy that day. New slaves! There were twenty young otters he had captured. The rest lie dead next to twenty old oar slaves. Sarreket commanded a vast amout of corsairs, all back stabbers and murders. He liked beasts like them, he knew they would sell their mothers for a crust. He smiled as they sailed on his eyes focused on the briney "Laggut check for reefs, we are close in and I don't want to be keeled on rocks" the rat scurried off to do his masters bidding. He strode to his cabin, smirking like a dibbun at a feast. He knew his crew feared him, he loved the hint of helpless worry in their voices. He called for a stoat named Skrrab. The stoat walked in and the Capitan addressed him "Skrrab go bring up that otter with the white spot on his paw, the one the others call skipper, I would like to talk to em. The stoat smiled "Yes cap'n" he left and returned with the otter, heavily bound in chains. The black fox smiled. "So you are de un who killed three of me crew...I need good beasts like yerself iffen ye wish to join me fleet". The otter spat on the fox, his voice radiating contempt. "Ye can go boil yer stinkin black head you fat wave scum!" Sarreket's eyes went cold. No one spits on me... Skrrab get slave master Bootgut ta give him twenty lashes...that should set em straight." The captain smiled with glee as he heard the sould of a whip striking flesh, But there was not a sound from the otter. Sarreket's smile faded... he would have to go down extra hard on this one... he was a tough one.
Out on deck the crew jeered at the bleeding otter, one big weasel spat upon him "hehehe dats wutcha get fer insultiratin cap'n otter mater harharhar." The fat weasel came to close, Skipper of otters struck him in the face with his rudder, it hit him like a mace throwing the weasel overboard. The rats laughed," derr goes tubby gut Tebbutgo" they laughed until they fell about. "hohohohoharho didja see his face,he just wnt Kersplosh Gahahaha" Sarreket strode onto deck, all merriment ceased almost immediately. Then the lookout yelled "Cap'n Cap'n Looket there is smoke on der horizon." Sarreket strode to the prow and saw it. "Head for it me 'arties!" the crew set about rigging the sails to catch the wind.