Satiricus was shaken to his core. As an old hand in the newspaper business, Satiricus had witnessed many horrors in his time. But this massacre of the 16 fishermen took him back to the sickening days of Funeman and his gang. They had followed up their killing of 13 men, women, and children at Lusciwan with another 15 at Kartica. What was going to happen now?
“Me know nuff people get kill, Sato,” said Bungi to Satiricus’s question as they morosely discussed the killings at the Back Street Bar. “But dis diff’rent.”
“How so?” asked Satiricus. “Funeman wanted to take revenge for his girlfriend being kidnapped, and these pirates wanted to take revenge for their leader’s killing.”
“Budday!! Funeman na bin wan t’ief-maan like dem pirate,” pointed out Bungi. “Dem bin a fight fuh ovah t’row de guvment!”
“Yeah,” added Hari. “And the Opposition Leader today didn’t say there were no bandits in Corentyne, when he went to the scene of the crime!!”
“Well, I am happy my fearless leader Rum Jhaat went over to give some help to the Sarname government!” said Satiricus.
“Sato, me fr’en, wha’ Rum Jhaat do in de t’ree year ‘bout dem pirate?” asked Bungi exasperatedly. “’E na de police bass?”
“’E bin seh ‘e guh gi’e dem fisha-maan gun,” asked Cappo. “Whe’ de gun deh?”
“It’s at the same place where the drone he promised to intercept drugs is!” chuckled Hari.
“That’s not fair!” protested Satiricus. “We are talking about 16 people murdered!”
“Suh how come Grain Ja sen’ Rum Jhaat dis time?” asked Bungi. “W’en only he a ta’k ‘bout security befo’?”
“Rum Jhaat and Nagga Man tu’n watah bai!!” chortled Cappo.
“I guess that’s why the relatives of the victims didn’t even come out to see Rum Jhaat,” commented Hari.
“What you want the man to do?” asked Satiricus in frustration.
“Resign fram ‘e Minista pos’,” said Bungi quietly. “Ah ‘e own Berbice people get kill.”
