Chapter 113 Mezo's Objective!
Sweating profusely as he steers the ship north, sitting on an empty barrel with his arms fold it staring at the sweaty and nervous helmsman, with blood and dead carcasses strewn everywhere on the poop deck of the ship, opening his mouth to break the silence of the helmsman's steering, Mezo says with a deep sedated tone, fear not helmsman I will not cut you down like I have with your comrades. So you can stop trembling. Glancing back at Mezo with the fear of god in his eyes, the short orange and yellow curly haired helmsman says in a horrified and shaky tone of voice, right! YYYYYY-yes sir I'll try to rrrrr-relax! Looking at the man with an expressionless face, Mezo says as he gets up from sitting on the barrel, please do. Because if we where to mistakenly capsize by your shaky and horror stricken state. You wouldn't have to worry about dying from drowning at sea, you would have to worry about me slowly skinning you alive. So now if I were you I would calm your palpitating heart because I can smell and hear your fear and it's rather bothersome. Peeing himself a little after listening to Mezo's cold but some what polite sounding way of speaking, the curly orange and yellow haired helmsman says, you got it sir!
Walking over to the left of the ship stepping on the chopped up and mangled remains of dead sailors that he slaughtered, stopping near the banister, resting his large muscular fore arms on it, gazing out at the sea with a fearless and focused gaze, Mezo says in his mind, just you wait Mr. Vic Balman I'm on my way to cut you down.
End of Chapter 113