I woke up to the metallic creaks and groans of the stairs as they strained beneath the weight of someone walking. Darkness greeted my eyes as I slowly opened them, scowling as a rotten smell permeated the room.
*BANG BANG BANG! "GET UP YA BLOODY C*CKSUCKER! GET ON THE DECK!! NOW!!!
I slowly stood up, tying my ragged clothes around my body as they were continuously falling down. Those blasted Somali's didn't even leave me with my clothes when they sold me off to my new "owners". 'Just my typical fucking luck', I swore when I was captured and humiliated by them.
I used to be a typical business man, on his way to India, overseeing a freighter ship with our cargo onboard. Bloody top-skin heads insisted that we needed someone looking after the damn cargo.
After rounding the Cape of Good Hope and entering the trade route towards India, we were attacked.
Not by military ships.
Not any shady business rivals.
But by pure, good to honest....
Pirates. That's right. Pirates. Welcome to 2047 where pirates still roam.
I was captured. And sold as cheap labor. Not even a ransom. They didn't even try for that. After all, the top heads of our business insisted that this would be a incognito, non-official thing.
I reached the deck of the ship as I finished reminiscing. An illegal shark/whale hunting ship, hunting for both shark fins and whales, as they were now considered prizes worth hunting for.
I shivered in the arctic wind as we had traveled far down from Somalia. The rest of the crew looked at me with humour, as they rounded the other five 'slaves' as well.
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The captain of the ship grunted as he got off his fat ass, and grinned at us.
"Welcome on board this fine vessel. We hope you enjoyed your stay as you are now departing." The crew jeered and snickered at us as the captain spoke over dramatically.
"Today is a fine day to hunt, and we are in need of bait! Alas, our poor dog here has eaten the lot of it, and now we don't have any!" I glared at the captain. Fucking bastard was toying with us. It's obvious what he's trying to do. I had too many encounters with sadistic assholes like him.
"We don't have bait! So now crew! What do you say we do?" The captain turned around and addressed the crew. All of those sick fucks turned to us and grinned.
"TOD SPIEL! TOD SPIEL!!!! TOD SPIEL!!!!!!" The crew chanted louder and louder. Seemed like they were german. Who would've figured my high school german would kick in now. The fuckers were screaming "Death game" at the top of their lungs. Sickening fucks.
The other prisoners started to panic. The damn bitches were going bat shit crazy. Well at least two of them did. The other three who were men seemed to have given up. Me? Well, I wasn't gonna go down without at least trying to something.
"My dear, dear ladies and gentlemen, we will now provide you with a tool. Using this tool, you will need to fight each other. There is only space for one person on this ship beside me and this crew, and we need to cut our losses! So", the captain leaned forward with a gutting knife and stabbed it into the wooden crate in from of him.
"First come, first serve!"