She couldn't have, it simply wasn't possible. The captain might have had an appetite but she had to have been lying or at least, at the very last she must have been mistaken. The fat whore COULDN'T have eaten all of their rations, and yet, as the crew of Houshou Marine stared at their captain's swollen and fattened beyond all reason, they knew that it was.
Everyone had been hoping that Senchou would somehow save them from starving, stranded on a nowhere island and leaving no legacy aside from a pile of bleached bones. Nobody had expected her to gorge herself on the last of their rations and to steal one of their whaling boats in the hopes that she, and only she, would make it to civilization. Betrayal.
They awoke to the sounds of water splashing and wood creaking, they only caught their captain due to her new weight capsizing the boat. They dragged her back to shore and began to beat her near to death out of sheer rage, her nose was shattered in between the knuckles of her former friends, her hog belly covered in deep purple and blue bruises, her eyes blackened and swollen almost shut. When it was all over, she was naked and strung up with a rope; her disgustingly fat gut potruding out from the rest of her body in a pompous reminder that they would starve because of her. They were so hungry...
It was a quiet, hushed agreement as to what they would do. It was only just that she repay them in what she stole, perhaps in that sense she could live on in their memories as the captain that they believed she was. They'd make her last long a little bit at a time, just in case anyone actually did come to save them.
Slowly they circled around their captain as she begged through bleeding split lips. Knifes in hand, eyeing the round flabby fat about her ass and thighs, her large breasts which were the legendary among sea men, that soft gut filled with what would soon be there's. Already made tendered through their rage, she was ready to serve her crew one last time. The first knife dipped into her thigh, gliding across it as strips of blood ran down the first cut to the sounds of her screams.
