Post by rocko52 (Drago) on May 13, 2014 9:42:43 GMT -5
The rat continued to stand above deck, whilst the majority of his men had gone screaming below. The filthy apes could have their fun, killing and looting down there. He had no reason to partake in it, with his bloodlust momentarily satiated. This massacre would probably get him through a few weeks, before it became all-consuming again. Probably.
The captain strolled around the deck, looking around the medium sized merchant ship. It was a bit larger than Die Blutige Ratte, clearly the design of the ship was built for massive cargo transports, and not speed. What slightly worried Monroe was the question of whether or not his idiot crew would be able to get all the treasure on board in time. Another concerning question was whether or not said treasure would fit on board. Sure they could store a fair amount of cargo without slowing down terribly, but considering the size of the victim’s vessel, all of the loot capable of being carried by it probably wouldn’t all fit onboard the Ratte. And even if it did, the caravel would lose one of its most valuable traits, speed and maneuverability.
With a heavy heart, he realized he’d need to sacrifice some of the treasure and let it sink with the ship, what a waste! All that gold that could go towards his cause! Putting his clawed hand to his face, he thought for a moment before a startling grin grew across his face. He didn’t need worry about losing any of the treasure...if instead he lost a few crew men! If he got rid of two, maybe three of his men, they would have just enough weight capacity to carry the treasure, and later on he could pawn some of the gold for beri in a market in his human form.
Frowning for a moment, he knew his crew wouldn’t approve of him randomly slashing down some of the crew members. Although he controlled the ship through fear, and made his zero tolerance policy known for disrespect earlier, he couldn’t risk their fear becoming anger and possibly mutiny. He’d need to be subtle, either that or somehow pit a few of his men against each other.
He slapped himself on the face, remembering the time limit. Surely the escorts would be swiftly arriving over the horizon any moment within the next half hour. He didn’t have much time if he wanted to do this! If he was caught now his piracy career would end, and the Marines could wind up knowing his identity, and executing him! He could not allow that!
Looking back towards the man tied to deck, and then at the three beside him, he grew impatient. His men were taking quite a while, perhaps having too much fun looting and murdering. Suddenly he had a wonderful idea. A way to both make his men speed up, and to sort out 2 men he could leave behind!
Pacing over to one of the three, he carried a sadistic grin upon his odd face, causing the man to startle backwards.
“I have orders for the men below deck, so pay attention!” He barked at the pirate, who swiftly nodded.
“Tell them I have a little game for them to play! Here are the rules, the slowest two men who arrive abovedeck will be left behind to die, so the goal is to get up here with tons of treasure as soon as possible! Also, make sure all of it is recovered, it isn’t then someone else will suffer the consequences! Other than that, there are no rules! Tell ‘em to have fun!”
The crew mate paled slightly, but nodded, and headed over for the door. Excellent. The apes will be forced to increase their speed, and make sure all the treasure is brought up. This was all going wonderfully!
From the corner, a little boy toddled out onto the main deck, walking oddly. The sailor tied to the railing instantly recognized him, but didn’t pay him much mind until the child came running.
“Daddy, Daddy!”
Monroe stared down at the kid with a cold apathy, but did not make any sort of attempt to harm the child, letting him run to the man. Its’ not like he needed to harm the boy at all.
His father finally acknowledge him, and his face suddenly became filled with emotion.
“Oh boy, my boy! Come here!” He said with strain in his voice.
The rat rolled his eyes. A rather irritating display, but it didn’t bother him too much.
Tears were falling from the child’s eyes, and it was natural for the captain to assume it was distress at seeing his father tied to the deck. Oh, that was very far from the truth. They were tears of joy.
The little boy clung to his father’s leg happily, and said, “D-daddy you talk to me? You...you love me?”
This sounded slightly off to Monroe but he just shrugged and turned around.
The man began to sweat lightly, and nervously eyed his boy. “Of course...y-you’re my whole world son.” He eyed the captain then, or his back. He was trying to stay alive.”
“But you neva talk to me Daddy...but now you do?” The child looked rather curious now, but still happy. Never talk to him? What child doesn’t talk to his father?
“What to do you mean boy, I...I always talk to you.”
“”You left me alone for so long Daddy...you didn’t talk to me.” The child was clearly getting confused, and suddenly Monroe whipped around, some sort of unknown rage in his eyes.
“Do you know what his name is? You keep calling him boy, son. What’s his name?!” The captain didn’t really know or understand where this fury was coming from, but it was suddenly consuming him completely. The man shook in terror, and tried to back away.
“I..I...uh..well…”
“WHAT’S HIS NAME?”
The boy cowered away from the scene, not understanding at all what was going on.
“I...don’t know…”
Roaring, the rat prepared to strike before halting suddenly, and turning to the kid.
“Boy…” he seethed, “Does your father ever talk to you, stay with you, or even notice you?”
The boy shook his head sadly. “So he ignores you, all the time?” He continued, with anger building in his voice. For whatever reason, he was being consumed by this sudden wave of emotions, as his old life in Alabasta came flashing back before his eyes. The cat….the cat! The cat was the son! His held his hands up to his head to contain the rage. The cat was their son, not him! He had been a shadow, his parents never acknowledged his existence! Roaring with anger, he turned towards the father.