"It was me! I did it!"
Landlubber marched across the centre of the camp with a swagger. Most of the smaller children moved instinctively away from him, but one or two followed after him, submissive and shocked, but also intent on hearing what he might say next.
There was food enough in the pot for the day and no-one felt much like chores after the excitement of the previous night, and as the weight of what Landlubber was saying sunk in, almost all the Tribe had soon gathered in expectant groups around the fire pit.
As the day drew on there was much talk and argument. Landlubber's wild claim was soon common knowledge and - as some of the other children began to point the finger at him with scowls and dark looks - the big lads swagger soon turned to foot-shifting discomfort.
"Of course I didn't do it actually, I was just saying I could've done it if I'd wanted to! Isn't that right?" Landlubber looked searchingly for some sympathy for another of the Big 'Uns, but found nothing but grimaces and confusion from his peers.
As more and more of the Tribe put aside their personal squabbles and spoke out against Landlubber, the boy developed a desperate look. His eyes began twitching and he giggled - no-one knew whether it was from fear or if indeed, the boy had turned to madness.
"I say it proudly: I AM FREE.
FREER THAN ANY OF YOU COULD EVER HOPE TO BE.
AND WHEN WE TRIUMPH, AND ALL YOUR BODIES ARE SMASHED INTO THE GROUND BY OUR POWER, ONLY THEN SHALL YOU THINK ABOUT THESE DECISIONS THAT YOU'VE MADE."
As the day drew to a close, Landlubber thrashed about in the circle, shouting and ranting about being a Free Spirit after all. The Little 'Uns shied away from him, wincing at the violence in his words, but the circle around the fire pit was consolidated now and the weight of numbers shifted subtly, as Landlubber ranted and raved, to make sure the Big 'Un was gifted no chances to flee.
As the sun set, it seemed the matter was settled. Various of the cursed children still pointed fingers at one another, but the majority were now firmly pointed at the Big 'Un sitting by the fire at the dusty circles centre.
As first finger pointer, the duty fell to Visorslash to deal out the punishment.
The boys face was grim as he stepped to the weapons rack. The crowd hushed as he approached the 'Hogknocker', but then whispered excitedly as Visorslash passed by the huge club, and drew instead the Tribes machete from its place on the rack.
Silently, flanked by several other accusers armed with sharpened stakes, Visorslash approached the now kneeling Landlubber. He addressed the judged boy in little more than a hushed whisper
"You may be a Big 'Un, but no-one here is bigger than the Tribe. You think you can stick Arjos like a hog without any one else to say so? You've had your say, but no more.. y'hear? … No more."
Three of the other children pinned Landlubbers arms tightly to his side, and scraps of twine and creeper were quickly used to bind him.. but the boy made no move to defend himself, just looked slowly up at Visorslash and said quietly
"It wasn't me. I AM Tribe… I am...."
But Visorslash simply stared back and raised the machete slowly to Landlubbers chin
"It was your words got you in to this mess and we'll see to it now that you speak no more"
One of the children squeezed Landlubbers mouth open and the boy keened and spluttered as he realised what was to happen to him. A couple of children stabbed at him, making shallow punctures in Lanlubbers flanks and legs. Wild eyed he made to scream, but the sound was muffled as his tongue was yanked at and pulled taught over his jaw.
"No more" Visorslash repeated once again and crows cawed and flapped their disturbance as Landlubber screamed his last.
Before darkness had fallen, Landlubber was stuffed into a crate which was hauled up until it was swinging gently in the breeze from the bows of a large Elm tree. His bleary eyes streamed with tears, but his strength to scream out at his pain had ebbed, as his blood slowly drained from his wounds.
His accusers stood in solemn ceremony at the ledge below.
With the sentence carried out, the Tribe resumed some kind of normality, quickly preparing for the night ahead. All knew that by midnight Landlubber would be dead but more than a few of them worried that he may not be the only one.
FINAL TALLY
VOTING TO KILL:
landlubber: Visorslash, Subotan, zack, landlubber, ATPG, Ishmael, Montmorency
Subotan: DaveShack, Seon, Jarema,
Ishmael: Chaotix
Neri: BSmith
zack: classical_hero
BSmith: Neri
Jarema: scottishranger
SILENT:
Atheotes
NOTE ON THE TALLY: The tally is presented with the Strongest vote down to the weakest. The numerical Strength is not presented to the players. If the overall strength of two or more votes are tied then the person with the most individuals voting for them is shown higher up the list.
This is done purely to make it more difficult to identify Big 'Uns amongst the Little 'Uns and has no bearing on the strength of the vote. ie: any lynch ties would be decided randomly.
IT IS NOW NIGHT ONE. DEADLINE IN ROUGHLY 24 HOURS FROM NOW.
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