The waters were quiet today, the waves lightly caressing the side of the ship as it slowly rocked back and forth. The sun had just begun to rise, the sky turning different shades of orange and pink, as the birds perched on the sails slowly began to awaken.
The peacefulness was almost comical, a strange contrast to what would be going on just an hour or so later, right on the deck of this very ship. Someone’s life would be ended, it wouldn’t be clean, it wouldn’t be pretty, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be peaceful. The captain always loved a challenge, and something about their usual routine of execution just seemed too easy. He wanted more, wanted something that would be more interesting, and humorous to him. As he sat there thinking, watching the sun slowly rise, an idea began to stem. Back on the end of the ship, there was an old single wobbly plank, a fault in the making of the ship a year or so ago. Seagulls were the ones who used it the most, and even their small presence made the plank creak and wobble. It was unstable, and would no doubt crush very easily, breaking off and snapping into the ocean. Then suddenly it hit him, a challenge that any prisoner could decide to choose over immedient death. If the prisoner could last more than a whole minute standing on the plank, he or she would be set free. If not, the plank would snap, and they would be met with their demise. The captain smiled, an evil smile than would make any man turn and run in the opposite direction. He was happy with this idea, happy with the way it would make people believe that they actually had a chance at living. You could either be thrown off, or take a chance by walking the plank.
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