Yes more galleys, death to the pirates who prey on helpless sea-farers. Speaking of which...
Rolling green hills sloped downward, embracing a crystal blue sea. The sun hit the water, exploding into small stars in the gently rolling sea. Small fishing boats plied their trade, their crews good-naturedly gossiping to one another as they worked. Further out to sea sat the predatory shapes of Karthagian warships, their presence insuring the peaceful scene.
A man screamed. The scream continued, a feral cry of pain. Eventually the anguished sounds abated to moans of pain. The Karthagian soldier paid no attention to either the jarring screams or the less noisy moans they turned into. He had done his job long enough to have gotten used to them. Carefully he positioned another nail into the mans other wrist. With a quick downward drive, the hammer he had been holding hit the spike, driving it into his wrists, pinning them to a slab of wood. Fresh screams broke out as the mans body writhed in involuntary convulsions. Expertly he next turned the mans feet sideways against a second piece of wood, driving a third spike through the board, piercing both heels, twisting the mans lower body. He motioned to two other soldiers who pulled on two ropes attached to the wood. Slowly the wooden T raised up, falling with a slight thud into a hole in the ground. The motion slightly jerked the man on the cross, causing him to cry out in fresh pain. He would learn soon enough to save his breath. Screams simply used up his breath, breath he would need to stay alive. Soon, his legs would lose their strength and he would slump down. The slump would cause his chest to have room to inhale, but not exhale, causing him to die of suffocation. It had taken a while to perfect the execution technique, but the Karthagians had plenty of practice. Pirates had to be taught a lesson. Lots of good Karthagians had died by pirates, and the only way to make the pirates stop was to kill every last one of them. Slowly and painfully.
One of the other Karthagians pulled out a flagon of wine. The rest quickly huddled around him, passing the flask down the line, each taking a long pull.
Five copper pieces that the one on the left dies last.
Nah
look at him, sure hes muscular, but hes too top heavy. His legs will give out soon enough from the weight
Now that one
two over from the right, he has promise, I bet hell last the longest.
A chorus of voices met that pronouncement as each in turn bet on their favorite. A small mound of coins grew in the middle as each made a claim. Another wine flask appeared as if from nowhere, starting another round. Together the small band of soldiers sat together, patiently waiting for Karthagian justice to be complete. Sure it was slow, but it was sure, and Karthagians
well they hated pirates.