Oh hey guys. Remember me? I could see why you don't. Anyway. I'm not on any legitimate hiatus, but I am in school. You know, that little bitch that takes up sixteen hours of your day? So my chapters may come all at once, when I have time, and then bam! You don't hear from me for nearly two months. Yeah. It effin blows. But don't fret. I don't plan on forgetting this fic anytime soon. I shall update and update and crap. Until it's done.
Warning: Killer's necrophilia acts up again. Consider this my way of testing the waters of sex writing.
So. Without any further ado...
Rusla retired to her cramped quarters, as did most of the pirates involved in the whore raid. The women obtained were confined to a small room filled with mildew and the rotten smell of urine and feces- fear has quite the odor, you know. The trip was so far uneventful. No marines. No enemy pirates. No sea beasts.
A couple of degenerates, who didn't take part in the morning's activities, discussed the glorious uses of the recently acquired women and the various ways of obtaining tattoos.
"Huh, huh huh. I wish some of them didn't have tattoos. Why aren't the girls born without tattoos made into prostitutes?" Asked Degenerate 1.
"Heh, you dumbass. You aren't born with tattoos. You get them when you fuck a seaman. That's why many of the marines have tattoos." Responded Degenerate 2.
"Huh. Huh huh huh huh. Then what about that one crewmember? The one with the, uh, thorny-like tattoos. Huh huh huh."
"Heheheh heh. Guess where his member been? It's, like, been in another member. Hehe. Hehehe. Did you catch that? It's, like, a penis is a member and then a crew member. Ha. Hehehehehe."
"Huh huhuhuhuhuh!"
The two degenerates started making obscene gestures at the various marine life that they spotted in the ocean. In fact, one of the degenerates decided to moon a poor dolphin, and in the process of bending over, he let out a great wind, the effects of which produced a death cloud in the sky that killed any creature passing through it. This death cloud also had the misfortune of attracting another form of marine life, the kind with tattoos, guns, and pretty, white uniforms. The marines were very worried about the environment. In fact, they even cut the use of cannons due to concerns of increasing greenhouse gasses. Sengoku and the admirals considered this to be a rather inconvenient truth. And so, the marine ship, with a small carbon footprint, set off with the hopes of finding the source of this environmental menace.
This marine ship, also known as the Green Marine Machine, was armored with steel plates and blades. The coal and iron used were gathered from eco-friendly mines that made minimal damage to the surrounding environment and used the coal dust and waste as an energy source that was heavily filtered so it could burn clean. The sails were heavily decorated with the flags and symbols of many cultures, a tribute to the wonderful equality that should be present among all people. Manning the cannons were handicapped men- it was only fair that the handicapped people of this world get a job that tends to favor healthy males. Not that it truly mattered since the cannons were rarely used. The leaders of the ship were all women- no chauvinist male domination here!
With sophisticated machinery that produced the same results no matter what data was put in, the eco-friendly marines found a pirate crew a little south of the Kidd pirates. The pirate crew was obliterated with great pomp. Unfortunately for Kidd's crew, the degenerate let out another divine wind. As a young, gay marine dined on a delicious vegan meal while cheering on his superior female leader, a large pelican, who was supposedly endangered, fell dead upon the young man's plate. A transgendered marine sitting a few chairs away was graced with a dead carrion feeder. This brought up a great debate on the pros and cons of veganism. Of course, the eco marines could not find anything wrong with it. Animals clearly deserved a life as free as any man- man was little more than a fancy animal.
"All women and men to the deck!"
"Now, that was a tad cumbersome. It is grammatically acceptable to simply say m-" This poor, politically incorrect chap was promptly hauled off to the prisoners' chambers by his female superiors. It should be added that this young man found this as worrisome as it was erotic.
The blue and white clad soldiers of justice marched up onto the deck, arranging themselves in boy-girl order so as to appear equal and tolerant of gender. The female superiors barked orders as loud as, or perhaps louder, than Sengoku himself.
The women led the charge, proclaiming women's rights when it suited them, expecting shields of honor and the shields of able-bodied men for protection. The marine ship attempted to slam into the pirates. Unfortunately, the construction of the ship was quite poor. The builders of the ship, you see, didn't feel the need to work as hard since they would get the same pay and stay on the same job regardless of quality of labor. The blades came loose and merely scratched the finished on the side of the pirate ship. Since this failed, the women and men resorted to using the "Raven". The Raven was a plank with a large hook on the end of it that attached to the enemy ship and allowed the marines to run onto and raid the pirate ships, or civilian ships if they were feeling brutal enough. Naturally, this was a damning mistake on the part of the marines. Killer lazily pulled out his scythes and stared at them, daring them to take a step forward. His captain walked onto the deck and yawned.
"What are you bastards waiting for? Your balls to drop? C'mon. Go already. I'm bored." Kidd sneered.
Finally, one of the marines' balls did drop. He shot first and died first. The rest of the lot took a step back. The two Kidd pirates took two steps forward. The marines to three steps back. The two Kidd pirates took four steps forward.
Kidd's left hand outstretched.
"Repel."
The ship was smashed into the sea with such strength that the sloppily shaped ship split into several sections. All of this destruction occurred whilst Rusla slept in her little shithole.
Killer's head turned towards the right with great disgust.
"What's the source of this stench?"
"Huhuhuhuhuh, we had too many of the can beans sur."
Killer turned sharply and left. You would expect that his dealing with corpses would have him used to the odors…
Kid walked off and made his way to the kitchen where he had some ale and fell asleep.
A poor miss trapped within the female cage grew ill with cholera. The conditions the stolen girls stayed in weren't especially good for them. The first one to notice this was Killer. He toyed with the notion of enjoying her corpse when she passed, but then realized that there was a potential for the cholera bug to transfer while fooling around. The more he thought about it, the more thankful he was that he hadn't caught anything weird from the corpses he misbehaved with. All necrophilia aside, he decided to force the girls to clean their living quarters. The girl with cholera was killed and thrown into the ocean. Such a waste of pretty flesh, the masked man thought. Cleaning supplies and other items necessary for decent hygiene were left in the girls' cage. One girl, a pretty one aged 15, was dragged away by Killer with the claim that she also had cholera. His crewmates went along with the lie, snickering to each other the moment they were out of Killer's sight.
A board with various cuffs and straps for tying a person down, kept hidden in Killer's room, restrained the girl. He gave her a drug, an opiate, which made her drowsy. With a hazy stare, she saw, but did not feel, Killer make shallow cuts on her wrists and thighs. Her world slowly faded away. Her body began to cool.
Two knock and the door opened. Killer cursed and reached for his scythes and covered the girl with a sheet. He faced his intruder with a murderous air.
"Sorry to intrude on your fun, Killer-san," Rusla spoke smoothly, "Really, relax. I've done worse, but that's a story for another time. Oh, you look good without a shirt. But that is all beside the point. The girl this morning had cholera. Is this a result of their conditions or do we have a contaminated water supply?"
Still exuding his murderous aura, "I doubt it was the water supply, but if you need something to do, feel free to boil all of it again. Get out."
"Mhm. Have fun~"
Rusla left.
Killer turned back to his work and snarled. Getting interrupted always wrecked his libido, but how he could let such a body go to waste. He bolted the door shut. The pants came off, then the underwear. With almost a sort of reverence, he slipped off his mask. He pressed his lips to hers. Still warm. Killer sat above her thighs and slowly drew his hands down her bare body. His right hand stop at her breast. His fingers brutally closed around her small breast. He tore at it. The skin ruptured and the blood ran down his hand. Killer licked the iron fluid. Satisfied, he gripped his member, which had begun to rise to the occasion. The blood, serving as a lubricant, allowed him to slip between her thighs with little effort. His hand gripped her waist with skin-tearing force. With an animalistic lust, he drove himself into her, with more pressure, and his hands tearing the flesh off her hips. He climaxed. His finger dripped with her blood, and pieces of the girl were trapped beneath his nails. The room stank of blood and sex. Though spent, he had enough energy to clean the body which was then wrapped tightly to slow down spoilage. Killer hated the scent of a decaying body. It was absolutely revolting. There was something aesthetically pleasing about a freshly killed body. The scent of a life just lost barely minutes ago and the blood, still running like ribbons down the victim's body, gave him satisfaction that was almost spiritual. Some artists would say that a being is most beautiful before its destruction, and to Killer, a human being was no different. He could wrap the body and do what he could to preserve its freshness, but it would never be like the first hour. That sublime first hour after Little Sister Death had been guided to his victim by his hand…
He grew enraged with himself for a moment. The hatch of the window was opened and bits and pieces of the girl's body were dumped into the ocean. How could he? How could he give in after a mere few days? Killer threw out another chunk of the girl, possibly her shoulder. Breathing hard and trying to regain his cool, Killer walked off to his private bathroom. Ah, the perks of being one of the highest bounties on ship.
Rusla watched the chunks of flesh float down and disappear into the ocean. She bumped into her captain.
"Good morn' sir. Is Killer bipolar?"
"Hn."
"Well, thank you for your useful response."
Rusla went back to sipping tea and watching Killer's toy fall piece by piece into the sea. When the last piece disappeared in the waves, she left the railing and walked back to the kitchen. She threw herself onto a couch opposite Kidd and stared at him until he looked up. He cocked an eyebrow.
"Cap'n Kidd, the next island we will visit is filled a shitload of religious nuts. With that said, these bastards are a little quick to call the marines. The extent you wish to harass them is up to you."
Kidd went back to his meal. Rusla reclined on the sofa across him and continued sipping her tea slowly. The room was quiet except for the sound of Kidd's utensils hitting the plate.
"I'm surprised you got rid of your place in Urdo. You know, you'll only be on this ship until we get through Alba."
"Hn."
"The hell kind of answer is that?"
Rusla smiled and focused on the cup in her hand.
"You seem to be fond of explosives."
"What gave you that idea?"
"Our little conversation back at the bar."
"Oh. I thought you were too drunk to remember any of that."
"So what exactly are you going to do? Just so we don't have to deal with any potential errors."
"Well, I'm going to send a cart full of napalm and some other goodies to a marine base. If I'm lucky, I also might end up inciting a rebellion up north. A good dose of chaos. That's all."
"Now how the hell is my crew supposed to deal with all this shit?"
"Hmm, well you could get your ship stocked early, and just be ready to run later."
"Well, Miss Rus, you are not the captain of the ship. You cannot make such drastic decisions. I find your little prank on the marine base humorous, but I'm not allowing you to do anything beyond that."
"Yessir."
Kidd focused back on his meal and Rusla went back to her cup of tea.
A few days after Killer's libido went out of control…
"Huhuhuhuh! Land HO! HO! Huhuhuh. Hoes. LAND HO GUYS! Shouted out Degenerate 2.
Rusla, who was napping far below deck didn't hear shit.
Kidd stood near the rail, looking at the distant land.
Killer reclined against a wall, with one eye cracked open (not that anyone could tell), looking at the land.
A good portion of the crew was on the deck, looking at the land.
And what did these bastards see?
An oversized billboard that must have covered most of the island, saying
"BECOME A DORNON!
REMEMBER REEBUS SAVES!
REEBUS LISTENS
ALL PRAISE REEBUS!"