Friar, a drunken wife-beater, was a stout, chubby, and short man. He was asking to set up a colony on this island. “Is good! Though many had scars from the whip that Captain Ruiter so often enjoyed employing. So horribly pent up and over-worked were they that their clothes were practically rags, wrapped in a futile manner around their veiny slabs of meat that so often still jut out from them. Robbing them, breeding them, and tossing them to the streets was their usual gig, but the heat was growing to be a bit too much. “Lets see if it’ll fit, ay? Learn from Tahiti, and grow strong.”
After some more formalities, Captain Ruiter thanked the king and turned to his men. Sure, he had experienced axes, and he had seen the materials of the Europeans before, but getting this for free?
