Privateering Alliance anchorage.
Night enshrouded the sea, and the lengthy nineteen-hour nights were themselves breeding grounds for chaos. This was especially true for pirates, a group inherently prone to unrest.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"Mercy, mercy! Mr. Bill, we won't dare do it again."
"Executioner, stop hitting us! It's all because the Captain forbade going ashore—we heard the sound of dice in the gambling house, we truly couldn't control our gambling addiction!"
On the deck of the Goddess of Vengeance, four sailors were bound bare-chested to the ropes, swaying in the piercing cold wind. A tall, stern-looking pirate officer was fiercely whipping them with a cat-o'-nine-tails until they were covered in blood, screaming in agony.
