‘Mutiny’ – Kitty D, Y10

Miserably, the day plodded on as the grey clouds shrouded the heavens. The dim light of the dying sun buried itself below the horizon. The rain bled into the murky ocean solemnly, softly. At attention stood a band of ragged men on the splintered deck, their frayed garments toying with the wind. At their feet knelt three wretched creatures, with their limbs bound with coarse rope like animals. Their tired faces hidden in shame behind wiry hair matted with stale blood and fresh sweat. Once those eyes had been filled with the blaze of revolution, had shone with the light of glory; they now were glazed over like cheap glass, set deep in their aching skulls like marbles.

The waves beat a funeral march against the sides of the boat anticipating the bodies to come while ropes danced aimlessly overhead in the soft breeze. The men were made to stand, dragged to their feet barely keeping upright their starved bodies. The captain looked at the filthy criminals before him, spitting their final condemnation in their faces. These anarchists were never to see another haemorrhaging sunset, never again hear the cheek of the babbling wind, were not to live another day. This was the price for mutiny, and the pirates revelled in the sickly-sweet vindication of it.

Idly, the flag of a red skeleton twirled in the wind, awaiting the fate of these pitiful lost souls. Somewhere, tucked in wreaths of dusty clouds, the moon wept softly to itself while the steadily thickening rain mourned the inevitable fate of these once dashing young pirates. The men crumbled at the knees, casting them to the mercy of the callous criminals, who now spat in their broken faces. It seemed as if it were but a heartbeat ago that these traitors had challenged the power of their superiors, oh how the divinity of such a prospect felt now as they kissed the salty, rotten leather of the Captain’s boots.

A wickedly thick rope was tied around each of the captives, the crew’s choice of execution. This rope was tied under the boat and was to pull each man painfully under, dragging them across the scarred and barnacled belly of the ship, ripping the very skin from their bones. This was to be the vile end for these filthy traitors, and one by one they were to be thrown overboard like ragdolls, for their bodies to be lacerated, mutilated until their unrecognisable corpses drift to the surface of the bleeding waves.