Chapter Six - Admiral of the Ocean Sea (And Lord of the Dungeon)

CHAPTER SIX

Admiral of the Ocean Sea (And Lord of the Dungeon)

THE CROWN GAVE him titles.

“Admiral of the Ocean Sea.”
“Viceroy of the Indies.”
“Governor of all lands discovered.”

But what Columbus built in the so-called New World wasn’t a colony.
It was a death camp with a flag on top.

Once the gold quotas were in place, Columbus realized he needed more than fear. He needed infrastructure. So he built forts. Outposts. Gallows. And cells. Not just for punishment, but for control.

His rule was absolute. His cruelty was methodical.
He kept ledgers. Assigned quotas. Handpicked the men who would rape, whip, and butcher in his name. Many of them were criminals. Thugs brought over to help enforce the regime. And he gave them permission to do anything they wanted.

Anything.

Girls as young as nine years old were sold to Spanish men for rape.
That’s not exaggeration. It’s in the letters his own men wrote.

Rebellions were crushed with dismemberment and flame.
Suspected dissenters were tied by the neck, dragged by horseback, then hung in batches to send a message. Others were buried alive. Some were burned at the stake.

And still, he wanted more.

He began exporting humans back to Spain. Not just as trophies, as products.
Slavery wasn’t a side effect of his mission. It became the mission.

At one point, Columbus ordered 500 of the “best specimens” rounded up, shackled, and shipped across the Atlantic. Half died en route. The other half were sold at market.

And if you think this was just the actions of men under Columbus, think again.
When Spanish officials questioned what the hell was going on, one witness testified that Columbus personally ordered the slicing of a native’s ears for theft and then had the man paraded through town as a warning.

Another account describes him ordering a woman’s tongue cut out after she criticized him.

This was not an explorer.
This was a warlord with a Bible in one hand and a branding iron in the other.

He ruled with terror.
He enjoyed it.
And Spain? For a while, they let him.

Because as long as the ships kept sailing and the letters kept promising gold and glory, nobody cared who was dying to keep the myth alive.

But cracks were starting to form.
Reports were leaking.
Whispers were growing louder.

And soon, the Crown would send someone to investigate the “Admiral.”

But not yet.

There were still more voyages to come.
And Columbus was ready to double down.