THE SNAKE CHARMER'S SYMPHONY
Pedro's hands eager as he extracted the blood-stained blade from Samuel's stomach, its gleam reflecting the harsh reality of their dire situation. Samuel's pained gasps echoed in the desolate surroundings, the other crew members knew what was happening but they chose to remain hidden out of sight. No one wanted to be used as a scapegoat.
As Pedro discarded the weapon, the metallic clang resonated through the air, marking the end of Samuel's feeble attempt at retaliation. Despite the searing pain, Samuel's instincts kicked in, and he pleaded with Pedro, desperation etched across his face.
"Capo, please... don't do this," Samuel implored, his voice strained by agony. He knew the unspeakable fate that awaited him, a fate reserved for those deemed unfit for the journey. The memories of sick children abandoned to the unforgiving sea flashed vividly before his eyes, a chilling premonition of his own destiny.
