Acacia was well known and liked among the population, and her invitation had not gone unnoticed. A large crowd of corsairs had gathered at an auction podium near the docks, waiting to hear the speaker. He did not keep them waiting for long.
Jurex stepped forward, a roll of paper clenched in his right hand. Allowing it to fall open, the man pointed with brazen defiance at the letters and stamp at the bottem of the page. Without changing his confidant expression an iota, he pulled a knife from his belt and ran it through the document, neatly slicing it in half. Shouts of approval soon greeted his actions.
"This," Jurex roared, "is what should be done to every law made by the pitiful
'council' that controls us. They wish only to destroy our country, our people, and our way of life!"
After waiting for the cheering to subside, he withdrew another document from his pocket. "You have seen the recent legislature created by the fat, lazy and foolish patricians of this city. But what I hold here oversteps any bounds that had previously been broken. This law has only to be signed, and your few remaining freedoms will disappear completely!"
The corsairs quieted now, listening intently. Jurex opened the document and read: "Any corsair, man, woman or child, who does not claim alliegence to the Gondorian Flag will be sentenced to life imprisonment, with loss of all property and possesions."
Screams of rage greeted this addition to his speech. Anti-Gondorian slogans and shouts of "Umbar, Umbar" soon rang throughout the docks. As his final line remained unsaid, Jurex motioned for them to quiet, which took several minutes to accomplish. When silence was finally reached, Jurex read the last section of the "law."
"Under pain of death!"
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