This storm, lightning, fierce winds and monstrous waves.
A demonic tempest. My men complaining…
I command! We set sail!
"I beg you, my captain! Christ has forbidden to set sail on Easter Sunday!"
“What?! Your God!? May he suffocate! May he rot!”
Kept the bible close to me. His book of lies I shall now cast into the sea.
"This is blasphemy!"
“Your hold your tongue or I’ll rip it out and have you hanged for mutiny!”
"No! You cannot send us into madness! We shall not obey."
With my knife I slowly penetrate his tender throat. I curse in rage:
"Godverdomme! Wij zullen varen, al betekent het mijn dood!" |
