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The pirate crew had kidnapped seventeen strapping, middle-aged men from
various islands surrounding the relevant areas. They were all lined up on the deck, against the port railing. The sun hid behind dozens of ridged clouds, making the sky look like a logging camp of some kind. A cool wind rustled the hair of everyone, except Joe who never washed his hair. Captain Lots explained the treasure, then brandished his gun in one of the prisoner's faces. His dark skin paled and his knee beads shook audibly. "Where is it, where is it?" The prisoner stammered. "Even if I knew," he declared in missionary-taught English, "I'd never tell!" "See if this will loosen your tongue!" and a gun was fired and lets just say that now there were sixteen prisoners. "Um." said Fred. Lots whirled towards the next one. He had on a huge red necklace and shamefully tight blue leggings. "Where is the treasure!?" "Um, I'm not sure but..." BLAM! "Dammit, Captain!" cried Fred. "Why did you do that for?" "To hurry him up!" "He's dead! He's not going to hurry up anymore!" "He's faking." "He hasn't got a bloody head on! You can't fake being decapitated!"
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