“Would you be so kind as to release me?” Scurvy whispered to a hostile native that was brandishing a weapon. In reply the villager snarled.
In the background, some of the village elders were examining Scurvy’s pistol and sword. A nearby native told Scurvy that they were gonna cook him when the elders said it was time to start a fire.
At length, the elders put down Scurvy’s weapons and stood on a large rock that only the elders could stand on. They had made their decision.
It was to eat him.
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