A crew member walked up to the First Mate and swung a steel pipe at his face with great force, knocking out two of his front teeth.
Yet the First Mate merely let out a cold laugh, spit out the teeth from his mouth, and continued to curse with his gap-filled teeth.
The captain dug his ear impatiently.
He looked at the other losers in the scene and said with a smile, "You all are heretics doubting my lord; as logic dictates, you must die. Do you know, the stake, the impalement, the hanging, the torture rack, the Iron Maiden, which one would you like to choose?"
"Have you guys gone to see the storeroom on the first floor? Bishop Pu foresaw such damn heretics, and specifically replicated a full set of items for torturing heretics; the history of these items can be traced back to the Middle Ages."
The captain took a deep breath, a pleased smile appearing on his face, as if he couldn't wait for the upcoming spectacle.
