"Hurry it up brats I ain't got all day y'know." A man with a deep voice called out. There appeared to be an accent in his voice.

"Look, it's the British people doing their work again." Some women whispered to each other in the background.

"But why are mere children working so hard as slaves?" A man asks one of the women, joining in on their conversation.

"I don't know much but, I heard that they are forced to work like slaves because-"

"NO WAY!" A man yelled.

"Yes, it's true those children are-"

These were children who were miserable and were skinny. Deprived of food to the point you can tell based on their cold and lifeless skin.

"1,2,3,4,5,6- what the bloody hell? There's only 6 of you's where's the rest of you's?!" The man said angrily.

He looked around at each of the children's faces with pure anger and annoyance. Giving a threatening gaze to a little girl in the crowd he says:

"Oi. You."

"M-me?" She responded in utter fear.

Trembling, she turned her body towards the man, straightening up.

"You 'read me, wheres those little brats that always hangs with ye'?" He said while grabbing her shirt aggressively.

"Let her go!" One of the children yelled.

"Huh?!" The man said while releasing the girl and then punching the child in his face. Since the boy is extremely weak and unfed, he begins bleeding immensely from his nose.

Pushing him down, he then grabs his whip which was sheathed by his side and began to whip him with it. 3 lashes of the whip and scars and bruises were already visible. An immense amount of blood began to pour out of his cold body. Yelling in agony and tears, eventually, the boy passed out.

"Oi, you fatty," he called out to another child in the line.

"Y-Yes sir!" he responded in utter fear.

"Carry his load as well, this kid ain't gonna last much longer y'know?" he said aggressively while looking down on the boy he was brutally beaten.

"And when I see those three, I'm going to give em' a real good beating ye?" he continued.

"SIR!" A voice called out in the distance.

"What is it Michael, why are you screaming my name?" he said while turning around.

"Is that-"

"Yes sir, it's these prats running around in ye ship, and were all eatin' our supplies!" Michael said.

"Give 'em to me!" he said while grabbing the three of them and pushing them down.

"Listen here, I'm going to make an example out of you's alright?!" he continued while shuffling them in line.

Finally, he said in a deep voice:

"Stand still."

He brought out the whip he used to beat the other child and began to beat them immensely with it. Each of them received 5 whips each and at the same time he yelled:

"EATING OUR FOOD SUPPLIES YE? THINK IT'S A JOKE YE?"

"OI! Michael!" he shouted.

"Yes sir?" Michael responded.

"Which one of these prats ate first?!"

"The kid with the red hair sir!" he responded.

"Ahh, so it's you again ye? Being a mischievous little twat?!" he said while grabbing him.

The man who beat these children so aggressively was called Ronny.

He grabbed a pistol from his left side and shot a bullet in the air. It resounded so loud that absolutely everyone who was either in their homes or outside of the street could hear.