Devils: An Episode from the Life of Cap'n Mongrel

The beach of the unholy island, Tortuga, laid empty before him. The Priest’s black robes swished in the morning breeze. The sun was hidden by a gray blanket of clouds. He barked to his crew to follow him. They carried the stolen mason tools towards the center of the stretch and began their construction. The Priest looked at his blood stained bible and smiled. Hours passed and as the pirates that inhabit the island finished sleeping off their drinks from the previous night, they stood unhappily at the sight of the construction. They gave cat calls and threw empty rum bottles at the workers. They continued in spite of the clamor. A slim pirate approached his captain. “Mongrel, will we have a problem here?” The pirate chief shook his head and raised his eyes, “I’m not sure, Jonsey. I’ll have a look.” Mongrel walked out towards the man in black robes. “Ahoy there mate! What-“ “Stand back heathen!” said the Priest. “Do not stand in the way of the Lord!” Several crewmen took out daggers and swords and pointed to the captain. “Easy mate! Don’t need to spill blood today! Tell us what you are doing!”

“Make way for the Lord! The First Church of Tortuga awaits to built!”