I moved here a few months ago, but it wasn’t until today that I learned of this small island’s bloody past. Originally an island fortress built in the late fourteen hundreds to protect the holdings of the East India Company, the island was garrisoned with 86 English soldiers and about 200 English settlers. On the night of May 28, 1512, Spanish pirates came ashore on the undefended southern coast of the island and overwhelmed the fortress, killing the entire garrison. What followed was a night of atrocities. The pirates brutally murdered all the English settlers, slaughtering the men and children in their sleep but saving the women to be raped and brutally abused before being murdered.

Earlier tonight, I had the most bizarre nightmare. It’s modern times, but a group of pirates from the sixteenth century Spanish main are invading the island slaughtering everyone in their path. Three of them crash through my front door, and before I can react, one of them brutally runs me through with his sword, viciously twisting the blade inside my guts before pulling it out. Then they ignore me, ransacking my home in search of anything of value, as I slowly sink to my knees in the foyer, my hands pressed against my belly in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding.

Eventually, the three pirates return to the foyer, disappointed in what they found, just some jewelry, credit cards, and a small amount of cash. Their leader, who ran me through with his sword when they arrived, paused to glance down where I was on my knees, slowly bleeding to death.

A horrifying lear appeared on his face, “This one is a pretty bitch. We should do her before we leave.”

One of the other pirates sounded confused, “Excuse me, Sir, not to question your orders, but isn’t she going to be dead soon?”

Smiling darkly, the pirate leader replied, “True, but her death shouldn’t interrupt our fun. After all, her body should stay reasonably warm for at least an hour after she dies.”

With that, he draws his dagger, then reaching down, he grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my head back as he brutally slits my throat.

What a horrific nightmare, cruel pirates, razor-sharp swords, with the obscene promise of necrophilia. All this is a masochistic pain sluts ultimate Pirates of the Caribbean wet dream...