“What do we do with them?” Yolande’s deputy inquired.
“What do pirates usually do with their captives?” Yolande called out to the captain of her own ship, who still could scarcely believe his eyes at what he had seen.
“Usually they are made to walk the plank,” he replied.
“So be it,” Yolande said. She looked down into the water, stained with the blood of those thrown overboard. Already sharks were circling. Her troops ran a plank out over the side of the ship. The captured pirates had their hands bound behind their backs and were forced at the point of a sword off the edge and into the sea. But one man remained, the pirate captain. One of her soldiers was about to push him onto the plank.
“No,” said Yolande, “I’ve got plans for him. Bring him across to our ship.”
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