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BAD REVOLUTION 1 - section 2
Dec. 4th, 2023 03:08 ampreface: some lower deck life and homoerotic fencing
Jack was offered a place on the ship by his capturer. It wasn’t a difficult choice to any extent. Was there much difference between cowboys and pirates, anyway? Both cool, both exciting, both outlaws, and it was not like he had a saying in this: join the crew, or jump overboard.
It was the smallest slope. Jack never realized he had to share a cabin with more than twenty people—he only heard something like that would happen in human trafficking—and the only food they got was a sort of biscuit so hard and dry that he had to soak it first in case it cracked his teeth. He never understood why they couldn’t just spare a few days to go fishing and pick up some veggies on an island. All seasoned pirates laughed at his proposal.
All they did was lurking and tailing. As Jack found out, pirate life didn’t necessarily mean that he got to kill and mutilate every day. Most time, they just waited in a corner until he was bored to death only because the intel said a certain merchant ship would come through. But that was not always true. The ship might delay, or might take a thoughtful precaution to choose a safer passage. Then their ambush was prepared for nothing.
And even when their target was in visual, there was no guaranteed victory. They couldn’t compete with navies or other better-armed pirates. Dog eats dog, it happened always. He was appalled when he found himself bound to the mast the second time merely two years later.
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Jack was offered a place on the ship by his capturer. It wasn’t a difficult choice to any extent. Was there much difference between cowboys and pirates, anyway? Both cool, both exciting, both outlaws, and it was not like he had a saying in this: join the crew, or jump overboard.
It was the smallest slope. Jack never realized he had to share a cabin with more than twenty people—he only heard something like that would happen in human trafficking—and the only food they got was a sort of biscuit so hard and dry that he had to soak it first in case it cracked his teeth. He never understood why they couldn’t just spare a few days to go fishing and pick up some veggies on an island. All seasoned pirates laughed at his proposal.
All they did was lurking and tailing. As Jack found out, pirate life didn’t necessarily mean that he got to kill and mutilate every day. Most time, they just waited in a corner until he was bored to death only because the intel said a certain merchant ship would come through. But that was not always true. The ship might delay, or might take a thoughtful precaution to choose a safer passage. Then their ambush was prepared for nothing.
And even when their target was in visual, there was no guaranteed victory. They couldn’t compete with navies or other better-armed pirates. Dog eats dog, it happened always. He was appalled when he found himself bound to the mast the second time merely two years later.
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