Pirates are supposed to be the 'terror of the seas', the 'explorers of the unknown'. But, to be honest, all they're good at as of right now is licking my feet.

Like this one is. Although he isn't exactly licking it, it's more like I shoved my foot into his mouth and ground his head into a paste. Fun stuff.

"Anyone else feels like not doing what I tell you to?" I ask as sweetly as I can as I look at the frightened retards who'd been expecting easy loot.

"No? Good! I'm glad you're all such sweet little underlings. Now, if you don't mind, which I'm sure you don't because otherwise, I'll have to set up a date between my fist and your balls, GET THIS DAMN SHIP GOING!" I scream at them, and oh boy do they scramble.

I hum a light tune as I explore the newly conquered ship. I'd had to kill about... half of the crew before the rest realized they were powerless. I think I killed the captain too. Shame, I wanted to personally torture him for a while in front of his friends.

But, hey ho, life goes on. Or it doesn't, in the captain's case, but he's irrelevant now. After ten minutes of me screaming at them when I catch them doing naughty things like not working themselves to the bone... or just because I can, my new slaves finally reach the other ship.

I order half the crew of the old ship to go to the new one, and half the new crew to go to the old one. I wanted to force the new crew to drink my blood too, but unfortunately, I kinda desperately need some slaves, so I refrain. For now.

The rest of the day was spent organizing the crews around, forcing them to interact with one another, and seeking out who was worth what and who was worth jack shit. Now, I had two small but alright ships and a crew of 20 or so people. Weirdly enough, they were all men, which was unfortunate because I wouldn't be able to 'covert' the boys.

It was all fun and games for a while as I took all the worthwhile loot from the new ship and stored it inside of myself using my blood, which was still kind of really fucking weird, but also convenient, so who cares.

There was one new guy who tried to kill me during the night while I was asleep. It was really cute how he tried to stab me again and again with his knife. It was kind of fun for a while, but then I got bored and ripped him to shreds and hanged his corpse off of the mast of the new ship.

These 'terrors of the seas' actually puked when they saw what I did with it. Fucking sissies, I say. I made them clean it up with their tongues.

With my new toys and ship, I was careful to only toy with them until they were at death's door. I still needed slaves to do my bidding, or else, I'd have to keep living like a damn savage as I was doing with that retard of my cute little brother. I was still debating whether to turn back, go back to the island, and kill him.

In the end though, the prospect of looting a town at long last and finally unleashing all my pent-up frustration on innocents won out. And indeed, when land was spotted half a week later, I gathered everyone together from both ships.

"Alright, my lovely little shits. We are about to bring death, terror, and rape to that cute little island. I can't for the life of me remember what the name of it was, but the plan here is this. We go in, we kill everyone, rape their wives, kill their dads, murder their dogs and enslave their kids. Oh and make sure to torch this place to the ground. I want nothing left behind when we're done. Crystal?" I ask.

Living under my thumb had hardened many of these men into former shells of their former selves. Some of them, like the random dude I'd ordered to become the manager of these slaves, had prospered. I'd appointed another guy as the slaver of the other ship too, to keep things simple.

Now, although it'd been less than two weeks since I'd come aboard... Many of these men were unrecognizable from their former selves. They lived under the terror of knowing they could die at any time, and they were worked to death almost every day. Thus... Their resentment was high. Redirecting it towards someone else... Was way too easy.

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Many of them roared uselessly in approval or rage... I don't care. A perverted smile rose on my face, and I raised my hands in the air.

Blood flew out from my body in a great torrent, forming itself into a hundred-headed hydra. My main body was sucked within as I allowed it to dissolve within the hydra, then, after the men had been terrified enough, I dove into the water.

I had people to slaughter.

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Shells Town was one of the more peaceful towns around. Due to being one of the few islands with strong marine presence because of its status as being a marine base, pirates were rare.

The people lived happily and free from the fear that plagued most lands. Due to its small size and location, it relied mainly on its trade to support itself economically.

Unfortunately for everyone present, everything was about to change.

People screamed as a beast made of a certain psychopath's blood rose up from the beach and began to tear a bloody path through the street. The attack was sudden and unexpected, and even the revered marines could do nothing but be turned into mangled corpses as hundreds of heads and claws tore them into shreds.

The two ships of enslaved pirates and sailors soon joined the fray, although, in reality, their first goal was simply to survive their insane master's wrath. Fortunately for them, as long as they looked like they were murdering someone or plundering, the monstrous heads of the blood-construct left them alone.

Thus, as the innocent died by the hundreds upon hundreds, the newly forged pirates too lost their own innocent amidst a sea of blood and insanity.

There was very little anyone could do to stop Laura's insane massacre. The captain of the marines on the island, a short man with two pistols, tried to stop the beast as to allow for the marines to gather, but he was simply torn to shreds by ten heads combined, his pistols doing little as any hole they left on the creature simply regenerated within seconds.

Children were swallowed whole right in front of their mothers, husbands and wives were purposely murdered one after the other, the elderly watched as their families were slaughtered right in front of them, before being torn to shreds as well.

Within the end of the second hour, all that was left of the town were smoldering ruins. The giant beast in the center of it all continually sniffed around with its hundred heads, searching for anything left living.

The pirates too had done their part in the massacre. While the sailors were a bit more hesitant to abandon themselves to the depravity of death and blood, the pirates were quick to get drunk on the carnage, and they worked hard to capture and chain as many people as possible, and to grab anything of value while keeping clear of their bloody master.

And, soon enough, it was over. As Laura reformed into her human self, the pirates and sailors waited at the two ships, with around 40 captives in front of them, and crates upon crates of loot, food, and alcohol.

Laura slowly walked back to the people she enslaved, and the moment they saw her, more or less everyone froze, awaiting what she would do next.

Her pirates had long since gotten some insight into her personality. They had to, for if they didn't they would quickly find themselves the victims of her nightly purges, as the other pirates mercilessly harassed them to make sure they weren't chosen.

Her eyes were vacant, seemingly a bit lost, but the everpresent, murderous smile that the pirates had come to dread as the devil's smile was still there. It took her a good minute for her eyes to go back to normal as she looked over the captured civilians.

"Take everyone who seems fairly healthy and strong and bring them to the deck of one of the ships. Those too old or weak to do anything... Kill the men and rape the women. Then kill them too. Actually, rape the men too. I don't care how old they are, just make them suffer." She ordered as she grabbed three random people using blood-formed claws to drag them by their necks back to her cabin.

She stopped before reaching her ship, then, as if in afterthought, also ordered, "Take the loot and put it in a room. I'll split it into portions based on how many people you idiots killed. Don't worry... I kept track." She said, as she showed her pirates and panicking captives her most brutal smile before vanishing into her cabin, only the screams of those she dragged with her remaining.

A couple of days later, long after the murderous pirates had long since left, marine authorities came to investigate and found only a handful of survivors, all of them speaking of the hundred-headed demon destroying everything, and of the insane pirated torching their homes and kidnapping their friends and families.

And thus, as survivors wept for their families and marines despaired over the work and costs of rebuilding the town, on the seas, corpse after corpse was thrown to sea as the weak survivors were tortured, raped, murdered and thrown to the sea. Those strong enough to serve as new pirates were forced to drink the blood-potion, and as half of them died, they too were thrown to the sea.

And, watching it all with murderous apathy, Laura simply smiled.