The Sound of Cruelty

All my comrades, my fellow prisoners, cheered. When it wasn't the cheer of those glad for freedom, it was the sound of bloodlust, cruelty. We left our cramped dormitories and filed down towards the ship that all the others seemed to think was our salvation. The sailors wore old uniforms, a mess of different navies, different eras. All of them had some telltale stain or burn or patch of missing cloth. It took several trips to transfer everybody to nemesis, but in all that time nobody spoke. This felt like something else entirely.

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