Captain Savage: The Fortress pt. 3


Another punch hits Jane's ribcage. She flexes her muscles, but the blow hurts her nonetheless.
The soldier in front of her works with a routine that requires a lot of experience. He serves
with a smile clearly revealing his joy. Obviously he is more interested in plain whacking his
victim than in receiving any confessions from her.
Untouched Lieutenant Basington continues with the interrogation. He uses the whole scope
from kind encouraging up to blatant threats to life or health of his prisoner.
All the same Jane stubbornly does not pay any attention to his questions.
Her hopes are with Sally and the rest of the crew. Some of them might have absconded from
British justice and Jane surely does not intend to hand over their only refuge to the lieutenant.
When the royal navy found the island the pirates and their families were lost. The soldiers
would not only arrest her companions, but destroy their way of life as free men and women
once and for all.
Captain Savage would rather die than endanger all of them.
All at once Sally shuts the sentry's mouth with one hand, pushing the barrel of his gun
underneath his chin. Instantly she kicks her right foot into the hollow of his knee. The knees
of the soldier buckle from the unexpected attack. Suddenly lost of his foothold he collapses
right into his own bayonet.
With her left hand still shutting the mouth of the impaled guard Sally throws her knife. For a
moment her eyes follow the silver reflex flying through the air. Even before the knife strikes
down the redcoat on the other side of the guardroom she already catches at the sabre of the
one in her grip. Throwing his body aside she jumps over the banister.
A short cry of pain turns the dicers' attention towards their comrade at the door. As they spot
the knife handle within his breast, they hurry up to take their arms.
Sally pliable lands in front of the two soldiers on her side of the table. Using the momentum
she smashes one of them with her captured weapon. He is dead before he hits the ground.
The other one raises his own blade for a strike, but he is too slow. Sally's foot rockets
upwards, hitting the bull's eye. The soldier's head floats back by the force of the kick,
throwing his whole body with him over the table. On his way he drags the dice cup and all of
the dices with him.
The last soldier hastily takes a step back as his comrade rolls towards him. He stands "en
garde", waiting for Sally to attack. He is so surprised that he does not even think about giving
alarm and call out for reinforcements.
"Come here, bitch!" He hisses wrathfully.
"Thanks for the invitation!" Sally replies with a wry smile jumping upon the table.
With an angry snarl the soldier charges forward. His sabre describes a semi-circle, aimed at
Sally's legs. Fleet of foot she jumps above the blade, kicking him aside.
He stumbles, but he does not fall. Anyway, Sally uses the opportunity to chase him. Turning
around he escapes her strike only by the skin of his teeth. Their blades clatter against each
other. The soldier does not seem to be a bad fighter, as he and Sally both cut, thrust and
parade without much effort.
Sally senses the sweat on his face and his eyes twitching nervously as he tries to find a weak
spot in her guard. Slowly she drives him in front of her.
Suddenly she hears a loud roar. Taking a quick look behind she spots the soldier she kicked
over the table. He still seems a little shocked, but his sabre is a serious threat as he attacks.
Agile Sally turns around. Ducking away under his weapon she cuts his belly, thrusting the
blade deep inside his guts. He stops with a gargling voice. Sally turns around again, letting
him fall like timber.
The last soldier looks at her in disbelief. With courage born in despair he charges once more.
He strikes boisterously, but fast as lightning the pirate slaps the sabre out of his hand.
"Which hell did spit you out?" He asks with a dry throat.
"The one you and your likes created!" Sally answers before finally driving her blade through
his body.
In the meantime Lieutenant Basington realizes that his prisoner will not give in to the beating
of his bruiser.
"Your stubbornness won't do you any good, wench. I have more methods to persuade you
than you may dream of in your worst nightmares. You will talk. I promise." He speaks in a
calm and self-confident voice.
Lifting her head Jane stares into his eyes, fearless and untamed. All the fires of hell burn
inside of her. For the first time she speaks in his presence: "And I promise to kill you,
bastard!"
For a moment he is stunned in surprise, his mouth open in disbelief. But then he laughs out
loud. "Well, if I were you I would not rule out other possibilities."
He turns his head. "Sergeant, are you ready?"
"I am, Sir!" The bulky Sergeant shows his incandescent poker with a smile.
The soldier who punched Jane before now brutally rips her shirt open, exposing her flat belly
and firm breasts. Jane sees an evil lust in the faces of the men around. They seem to be
aroused by sex and violence equally.
In that very moment the muffled sounds of a fight in the guardroom come to their attention.
Basington raises one eyebrow in anger. The last thing on earth he needs now is some
distraction from his duties.
"Corporal Spivey, I want you to go to the guardroom and overhaul the reason for this
hullabaloo! You report back to me straight! Hurry up!"
The corporal grabs his gun and leaves the cell.
As he walks into the corridor of the dungeon he feels a bad temper rising. The wench had a
pair of fine breasts and he would like to see more. The fear in her pretty face and the screams
as soon as Sergeant Harris starts to treat her with his poker would be a joy, too. Instead he has
to leave this most stimulating scene to watch a bunch of idiots being at loggerheads over a
game of dice.
Oh, how he would vent his spleen on them!
As the corporal walks into the corridor the fight is already over.
Sally stands in the middle of the guardroom. The slain soldiers lay all around her, their broken
eyes staring into eternity. Full of content Sally walks towards the one she killed with her
thrown knife. As she kneels beside him she perceives the sound of someone approaching.
Briskly she rips the blade off the fatal wound and hides beside the door.
Outside Spivey takes his gun to bully the roughnecks. Although he outranks the arguing
soldiers in the guardroom he is not sure if they will obey him without contradiction. And he
wants to make sure that they show him the respect he deserves!
The hidden pirate already spots the barrel before Spivey enters the room. A moment before
the corporal witnesses the dead bodies she goes ahead and kicks the gun out of his hands. His
upper body follows the weapon's unexpected motion. Before he can react Sally pounces onto
him. With full force she jerks him against the wall. A stifled sound escapes his throat.
Violently the woman throws him to the ground and pinches his neck under her foot. She
points at him with her bloody sabre putting a finger on her lips. He meets her with disbelief.
As he tries to move Sally enforces the pressure on his throat. His ashen face grimaces in
agony.
\u201cWhere is she and how many of you bastards are waiting behind this door?\u201d Sally hisses the
words just loud enough for him to understand.
\u201cWhat? How did you...\u201d He tries to ask, but is abruptly stopped by her foot again. The pirate
pushes his face to the side, showing him his dead comrades.
\u201cLook at them carefully! I don't want to repeat my question, scumbag!\u201d
He slightly nods his head in fear. \u201cI tell you everything you want to know. But please don't
kill me\u2026\u201d
\u201cYou are not in the position to make a deal. If you don't tell me what I want to know I kill
you real slow, you son of a bitch\u2026\u201d Sally's pale blue eyes are cold as death itself.
Spivey is being dealt a bad card and he knows it. Even if he tries to push away his antagonist
it would take him too long to get up and take a weapon. \u201cShe's in the last cell on the left. The
door is open, you can't miss it. Lieutenant Basington is visiting her with three more men.
They have started to\u2026\u201d He demurs a little before finishing the sentence with an innocent grin.
\u201c\u2026interrogate her\u201d
\u201cYou mean torture her, you filthy flayers!\u201d Sally bares her teeth in disregard. A hot wave of
hatred suddenly washes over her. She heard enough.
Saucer-eyed the corporal looks at Sally raising her foot. He tries to scream in panic as he sees
the dirty sole above him, but rapidly the foot shoots down crushing his windpipe.
Being in mortal agony he tries to pant for air. Sally leaves before he takes his last breath. Her
feet already dash over the stony floor towards the cells.