Death Becomes Him

Hobbling on his artificial leg, One-Eyed Richard snarled at his seamen and blew out another spout of fire off the rack in front of him.

"Come on, me-hearties! Attack him and take all his riches. Strip, skin and roast him on the fire till his guts spill out!"

The seamen, filthy and hungry, cackled collectively, rubbing their hands with glee. They moved forward, brandishing their spikes and stakes, and plunged their weapons into the flesh of their adversary.

The dead goat on the barbecue stayed dead, and they all had a hearty meal on the high seas.

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