-Obtaining Control-

[Corothius Encinosa]

The map was thrusted downwards by the swooping descent of his navigators hand. The arm forming a following arce through the air that would descend the placement of the parchment upon the wooden floor of the galleys' topmost deck. there was though, only two decks. One barely even high enough to allow a man to crawl within. The second bearing the men on oars, and the single triangular mast that was only put up when winds were available.
The two men, were then lowering onto their knee. An arm of sun-darkened flesh being leant to prop upon the steadfast strength of a thigh that was sturdy with it's consistancy of muscles and entonements. His amber depths laying well over the map he had seen dozens of times. It though, was a particular area that was within the region they now resided in. The first of the four isles was the precise indicated subject of further spoken words.
"We'z here lad. It's said to be still uncivilized. Though it has one road leadin' from it's main port thats shared with it's neighborin' island to the east. The cargos' then sent to the main city further inland and to the west of the port where gold is bein mined out in the mountains just a lil ways further west. Its still dangerous land...I wouldn't go about strutting with yer eyes to the pretty flowers when wez take to land."
"Eh, very well then. Keep circlin bout these mountains after were dropped off and see if you can find a place ta hide this bloody thing. Return here before nightfall and we'll have the beach secured and ready ta careene it. Upon the followin night we'll head south and tend to the other port. We'll start there..mebbe recruit a few ships if it has any. Mebbe pillage the whole fuggin port, we'll see." A look was then cast about as those amber depths lifted their scrutinizin speculation of the islands contours. The island itself hadn't even been fully mapped out. But from the mountain wher the gold mines were existant, the sight of thick forests were plentiful. As of now there was nothing but rocks and the high cliffside that their galley was skittering about. Numerous boulders jutting out of the waters near the base of it. Numerous trees jutted from outcroppings of rock and dirt in light splayings. There was as well, notable locations where large amounts of bushes were existant. Clotting areas which could just as well be an overgrowth from years or decades of not seeing any large storms to tear such growth away. It though, was spotted by a man at the stern that there was a beach ahead. The cliff descended from it's height into a thickness of the forests before it opened up to the whitesands of a beach that was not too long before it'd reach the ater. It though, would suffice for their purpose.
The map was heard being rolled up once more before the man before him heaved upwards from aged limbs to return the parchement to the scrollcases in the lwoer deck. The creak of it's door being pulled open sounding in moments passing. He as well rose up and strode amongst his loyal men who were toying with the lengthy oars within their grasps. Four men were upon each oar. Nods and silent praises were given, as well as one or two quippings from a few who trekked with him into the taverns, and knew well of his favor in women, to the point of what sort even. It was nonetheless, that he would arrive upon the stern thereafter. His sandaled feet sliding onto the distillery of carvened boards that jutted upwards to the sterns central rooting of the rail. An elbow was sent to lean it's weighing strength upon it as he looked th ebeach over. On the otherside of the jutt was the one who was priorly keeping an eye out for things. The galley was no large ship with dozens of men. They had all the men they needed to overcome the schooners and such which most merchants put to use for transporting their goods between ports with a mere dozen or less men for a crew.
That elbow though, after a time, would be changed to one bedecked with armorments. Leathers studded with infringments of steel. Darkened with the brushings of coals from embers long ceased in their heat from a firepit. Blades, thick in their heaviness were sheathed upon his back where the duo of quivers were as well to be strapped bearing their plentiful awaitance of arrows. There was as well, the encoverance of his cloak, boots, and liably a nice long lengthy list of other accouterments which added onto his arsenal. Behind him, were a half-dozen others suited up like himself with their own customizations and preferences.
His eyes were cast upon the beach as they neared it. The oars being silently stopped with handsignals. It was as well, that the crystaline waters were a light green. Clear to the point that he watched a school of meat bearing fish skittering beyond the ships reach into the reflectory waters that would hide their prescense from his sight. It was as well that the oars would no longer be heard splashing with their churnings in the waters. No anchor was being laid as the ship continued to slide amongst the waves with it's resilient velocity. It was as well, that in another moments passing. A succession of these prepared men would be leaping off of the bow of the ship into the waters. Only to manuever down the railings bearings to slide the skirmish of boots along the sides of the ship that were submerged in a moments descent. Their bodies then, not splashing either as they would accumulate into six figures in dark attire wading onto shore.
Once their boots were able to resist the urge to keep from splashing in the shallowing water. Their numbers would be swift in coming to the trees beyond. It was only then, that the oars would slide forth from their slots once more, and in time, the ship would turn about to follow the northerly perimter of the island to continue to search for an alcove the size of the ship.

[Corothius Encinosa]

It was declarative, they had landed upon the beaches, their footprints notable by any who might pass along it at a later time. They though, were now in the woodland itself. Corothius was the central in command. At his left, where a shield would at times preside, was a second man to take the shields place. At four directions from his position were four others of the group who accompanied their leader. They were, even now, spreading out to the said directions of the compass as was knowledgeable to do by the gesticulational waver of a hand. They were silent in their movement. Evading the breaking of limbs, movement of large leaves, overstepping the prescense of fallen trees that would liably break like dust beneath the press of a boot, so aged, and moldened they came to be via time. There though, were normally animal tracks about which one could follow. A path already devised and put to use in common hunting of game that would be of lil use to these men. They though, already had their hands upon the hilts of blades. They were well experienced in their movements, their stealth, in their perception of what needed to be perceived for the missions purpose from their time in Africa.
It was thus that Corothius would leave the dismissed prescense of the shadows edge, his ship, as it turned about, and headed back towards the cliffside to his present left to search for alcoves as was commanded of it. There was at times, a place that they could secrete their ship and go about their more prefered plundering upon land. Land was, the primary sanction of humanity.
It though, was well known, of the trajedies that were nothing at all that occured upon such land. Such, for instance came to his attention as the sounds of men exhalting their hollarings of deaththrows. Or perhaps, they were as well losing in their fight, and finally meeting their fate of death as their voices hung well into the depths of the woodlands with echoings. It though, was extremely rare..that such bellowing was comitted to. Perhaps it was due to a loss of that manlihood that wove through the more physically demanding.
Nonetheless, it was heard, it's origin was quickly approached as he himself was not hesitating in moving in such a direction to obtain details of the event. There were no laws here, no risks that would be thought upon. No consequences that would inevitably lead to ones downfall. No laws that were unwritten. No demands that would lead to ones uncharted fate save for one purpose that was most easy to understand. But such a purpose at numerous times could lead to numerous results that would not be able to be undone without an expanse of time to be doused upon.
There though, were those, like him, who were trained for particular purposes. Like killing, and surviving. The more societal purpose of making babies, and fulfilling a prosperous life were not so leant towards. It was perhaps, the details of such convictions, that would lead him, and his group to a scene of rather bloody brutality. They arrived, dispersed in numbers upon varying points of the perimeter as they were trained, and well knowledgeable of the strategy in performing such.
The scene proposed the presecnse of a handful of half-clothed men, many with blood well drenching their flesh. some with craven purposes already being served as the heads of victims that were earlier being belted forth were decaptivated from their torsos, being arced through the air as trophies that they were. The blood curtling from the newly provided division. The division, leaving bodies on the ground, some slumped forward, others lain back upon knees.
There was though, as well, throes of ecstasy being practiced. It though, was perhaps a height of some testosteronial height that appealed to they whom they now watched glorifiying their purpose and earnings. It was perhaps as well, that such a height of energy and emotions would allow them to easily take what they would of the few women that were the victims of the prey as well. They though, were not subjugated to harsh treatments, brutality, obscene humiliation, or even mortal woundings, or even intricate woundings of the flesh that might be done by those in a city by the more pyschotically challenged individuals.
It was thus, though, that the men, would fall dead..rather quickly, and easily as bows released their silent justifiers upon targeted prey. The hunters, falling dead with precision inclined abilities. the women, becoming unbidden to be put to use. though some were notably very *friendly* persons from the way they were so easily put to use, and how agreeably they were used.
There though, was one particular woman, who was not so. She perhaps, left solaced, bound, and remnant in her attire that was diverse from the others. It was as well, she, whos eyes lit up with silent pleaings that would not be understood, or cared for. As Corothius mvoed into the clearing where trees still lingered. And greenery was everywhere. Arrows were retaken as if to be used again. Brutality thoughtless as the shafts were maliciously torn from their burial in targeted flesh.
It was then perhaps, that the sound of more of such came about. It was then perhaps, that Corothius took the time to decide that th ewomen, and the slain men, wore differently dyed attire than the ones who were preying upon them. It was as well, as one of his men came through a shadow of a tree and whispered of such details and numbers, that the women, would be hefte dup and onto shoulders, and taken elsewhere with due speed.
The one particular woman who stood out from the rest then would begin to protest....

[Corothius Encinosa]

The young woman, was one of the handful that they had saved. It though, would not have been done liably if there was not a handful of dead bodies about, heads' becoming trophies, and the two differing colors of their accouterments. One was a darker red much like, and probably was that of blood. The other was of a more yellowish shade, perhaps taken from some fruit, or rock which had been smoldered upon a campfire, then tossed into a pit of cloths dampened and perhaps beaing some puddle to collect the fallen color to soak such into the cloth.
The full history or anything more though, was not known by a mere glance. They though, were of the savage sort which had been warned of by mouths of others who had priorly taken to the island near the eastern port. It was as well, that with the swiftness of he and his men through woods they were well experienced in manuevering through and within, they would come to a rising croppment of boulders and rocks that would begin the ascent to the mountains lined and consisted of the landmass of the western and northwesterly portion of the island.
It was there, that the hollarings and shouts of those who were chasing them were more distant. Corothius' had his men trained well in the knowledge of being able to move without leaving traces of their passage. It was as well, that the woman had been banging at his back and attempting to speak in their conjumbled dialect of words liably dissolved since the days of the lands first foundings by ancestros none really knew the identity of.
It was as well, that when she was lowered forward onto her feet once more. her beads slithering down her nude form save where the enwrappments of a cloth dyed in that blood red was woven about her filled yet most slenderly proportioned waist. Indicating that she was not the sort who filled her booty up often with a man, but was well toned and not the lazy sort.
She cast a quick apprehending look about their location now that she was uprighted. Her eyes then being sent with abject care towards the other woman who she knew and rushed to their aid as they were set down as well, ensuring that each was alright. It was then, as they were set down, that the woman would humble themselves more than he and his men were used to be given obeisance. The women nearly diving to the boots and legs of the men to savor them with kisses, fondlings and carressments with the entirety of their upper bodys in ways that would liably put a normal harlot in a port's tavern to shame.
It was as well, that his men diverted from impatience, having been at sea for numerous months in headance for these islands as they had come from spain. It was thus, their needs for women, were most high, and they succumbed liably far too easily to the desires.
Corothius held his attentions upon the woman he had brought here. She was of a higher standing than the others by means of how she stood and pronoucned her assets with the jutting of breasts forward, the strictness of the arce of her back. And the near exquisit beauty of her pose in features as she seemed to ensure that the womans did their tribe justice in giving their gratitude.
Her attentions then were drawn to him, her stride much more modest and yet the overly doused in sexual implications as her companions were. She though, held her eyes wide and large as she eyed him. That mysticm well awake within her featrures that expressed her height of emotional apprehenshion and diversion from thoughts and the fear of the prior situation. It was this, and perhaps a few bejeweled artifiacts upon her person, in her hair, wrapped about her arms etc, that led him to believe she was of a more prized sort that might have been the casue of her capture.
It was as well though, that during this hesitation of her approach to him to decide if she should give to him her own obeisence that the shoutings and hollarings of the chasing tribe were once more heard approaching. It was then, that the interminglings of the group would sharpen from theri dousing delerium. The woman before him then motioning towards the mountains, though around them a ways with a juttnig of her arm in quick movements to incease their need to reach the point. It was then that she would lead, sprinting forward, her woman following with her. Corothius and his men were not of a mind to linger about, well conjoined with those they had just had the tastings of pleasure with, they were not through, nor completed in getting rid of the seed that had welled up within them for weeks, if not a few months.
They thus..would arrive upon another clearing. The bejeweled woman was most quick to move to a portion of the ground where a heap of plantations was moved aside, and she would be the first enter it as well. The woman motioned for him and his men to follow them of course. Corothius would be the last. Ensuring that the plantation was drawn back over the orifice into the earth. It was perhaps much like the tunnels in vietnam.

[Corothius Encinosa]

The tunnel wasn't long at all. It took only a few lingering minutes for the train of his men, and the women before them to crawl throgh the space that was notably upkept to some degree. The women showed no fear of passing through it as if to give off as well assurance that the walls would not cave in on them whilst they passed through. It was lit by snake sized holes that hovered above their heads as they passed beneath by a few feet from the surface. The illumination though, was still very dim, as the holes were not so many. There was an abundance of it at the end of the tunnel. Notable above the shoulders ands of those before him. It though, was moreso an encouragement to look to that light, to obtain spyings upon the women, and their crawling bodies.
Eventually they'd be able to stand up and pull themselves out of the tunnel, one after the other. One of his men giving an earnest desire to join them above the surface as some grumble of dislike about his current location was being expressed. Some of the women then began to argue before he himself would be able to rise, and look about the new location. A clearing of only a few tens of feet in diameter. It though, was based alongside the mountain. Upon the wall of the mountain was a cavernous entrance that was as well, depicted in carvings that lined the surface of the entrance with symbols and linings that were not so familiar to him as were seen the ones in Africa.
There was as well, two spears before the entrance. Bearing heads that had disolved into the remains of skulls bearing dried scalps of hair clinging onto bone. The blood on the spears well dried, but leaving it dark where it remained. Feathers and a few hanging apparatels as well were tied beneath the skull. The imaging of such immediately giving him a sense of that paranormal prescense that he would at times feel. As if the souls of the two dead were still lingering and now watching them. Waiting to relay such information of the passersby to perhaps other spirits within the opening.
It was nonetheless that the argument between the woman was cut short with a rather sharp word by the one he was moreso inclined to lean towards as the leader of the women. The majority of them then leaving their huddle to dash within the entrance in due haste. The remnant woman then nodded to Corothius and his men and beckoned them to follow with a welcoming smile as if gratitude for their rescue had yet to be fully repaid. And she was already thinking of how to do just such for them. Her body was most welcomely watched as she exhibited it before their felt attentions whcih were even then being drawn from the prior women whom some of them had already had a good tasting of.
Nonetheless, they followed with a gesture from their lead. His men priorly making checks on their weapons, and drawing a few prefered blades free from their sheaths to ensure they would be easily removed if the situation arose for their use.
It was as well that their boots would then sound clapping against the looseness of dirt and stone within the cavern. Haste was moreso drawn to follow the women to ensure they would not get lost in the unknown. Trust was given to them with little second thoughts or doubts. Within, torches were lit in sparse distances. The walls completely of stone. Some bearing markings from dyes of a few dark but similar colors. There was as well, the lingering bone, remnants of skeletons whos anatomy had been spread elsewhere.
It was perhaps in uncounted moments, that the flesh of the woman would be seen in their numbers once more as they were stalled before an opening into a large antechamber. The cavern opening up above them into a depth of darkness that the torches would not reach. Echoings within sounding of the prescense of others below. Some scuffling about with the ruccus of gruntings and participation of pain as blows were being sounded. It was only another moment before Corothius would join the women in looking over the cliffside into a furthe depth of the cavern. Below was a stretch of a lower region, there was some two dozen or more men below, armed with spears, axes of stone and the miscreantile apparition of clubs that smashed well into their foes. Blood was already well upon the floor where a few bodies were beginning to collect. The distinction between the men was the same as they had found between the women and the men that had been assaulting them. it was this that was given to his men to place as targets. The three with bows releasing them with practiced ease, the strings being woven into their notches in a following moment as a step in to the reach of it was taken, then removed before arrows were being notched. One from his own quiver, one of two quivers he wore. The swift release of the twining threads whizzed beside his ear as the well crafted arrow was released and swirled through the air by the fluctuation of feathers belonging to a bird which had fed him well in a prior week. The arrow, in a following moment would be emerged in the collar of one of the enemi below. The shaft notably sunken well through and out the otherside of the body as the man had lurched beneath the assault and twisted about.
It did not thus take much longer for the scuffle to end.....

[Corothius Encinosa]

There was, after a period of time, silence within that corridor. The dead had fallen, the prisoners number was at zero. The rescued women were through huddling together in rigid anticipation and frenziedly rushed down the ramp of rock and smoldered mountain to cross a bridge of a man placed fallen tree over a darkened chasm to reach their warriors of their own tribe.
This of course was not something out of a movie, or a book, it of course, was rather perhaps...mine. It was as well, that the woman had begun to tend to their men who they were more familar with and tended to wounds that were more than obvious, percussions from bludgeons and perhaps the skidding of blades upon flesh. Perhaps as well, there was a fallen or two who was in need of more vital aid.
Corothius led his men to follow the women, two of his men kept their shortbows at the ready, their eyes upon the entrances that they knew of. When they crossed the fallen tree he sent a gesture of an arm to indicate directly for the entrances which his men tended to in pairs eliminated his number of followers to remain as just thsoe bearing the two shortbows. His own hung at his side in the firmness of his fist as he approached the one who seemed to be the lead. Corothius remaining silent wilst they spoke in their own dialect. Words he seethed upon to understand, and understood them well enough as harrassments to his persona were received and bounced off as if he some metal tank being provided a barrage of bullets as insults and they not inflicting a measure of harm to his pride or esteem. It was perhaps some bout of confidence that was given to the elitely trained and experienced. They who knew well how to survive and tend to the warfare of men.
It was as well shortly after such a barrage that an agreeance was made of a truce, partially added to by the woman who spoke for Corothius and his men. It was of course, demanded that assurance that he and his men were properly rewarded, before a gustaw of inpatience was given to the pleaing woman. They were then to be tended to later as a waver of an arm was sent to Corothius by the lead. The men then moved to leave the corridor. Corothius' men at the farthest doors the last to follow as was perhaps their known duty. ...