Who was Francois L'Olonnais, you ask? Only the most ruthless and feared pirate to ever sail under the black flag. And given the overall brutality suffered during the Golden Age of Piracy, that is one hell of a claim. Born in France and sold into indentured servitude in the mid 17th century, his early sufferings led to a penchant for murder and thievery that quickly propelled him to the top of the criminal food chain.
Over time, he evolved into the bane of the Caribbean, not to mention one of the most deadly pirates to ever sail the sea. He was a badass marauder who dominated age-old seafaring stories not because he was clever or sadistic or fearless or dashing, but because he was all of those things at once while still managing to pull in more booty than almost any other privateer in history. Nicknamed the "Flail of Spain" for the wild reactions of fear he provoked in others, his life as a adventurer bent on treasure, destruction, and revenge left a bloody scar on seafaring history and created a legend like no other. Badass stories about one of the most violent pirates in the world will leave you shivering in your boots.
Before L'Olonnais became one of the most legendary pirates in history, he was known as Jean-David Nau, and was born in 1635 to a penniless French family in a small seaside town. Because they were poor, his parents sold him as a slave to a sugar plantation in Martinique when he was just 15 years old. He was soon carted off to the Spanish-run island of Hispaniola (now known as Haiti and the Dominican Republic) where he endured endless hours of backbreaking work as an indentured servant with no compensation whatsoever for his efforts. These dark years galvanized his hatred of the Spanish who whipped, abused, and generally mistreated him for about nine long years before eventually releasing him.
In keeping with most men of his station, he was expected to become a farmer or something similar, which he instantly dismissed as being a colossal waste of time. Instead, he struck up with a bunch of shady Frenchmen wearing animal skins known as Boucaniers. He thoroughly enjoyed hunting wild pig and cattle and smoking their flesh over an open fire, until he finally realized he could be doing the exact same thing to those vile Spaniards and probably getting paid for it. Thus, his life as a privateer began.
The young man who was once Jean-David was ready to reinvent himself, taking on the more dashing name of L'Olonnais and moving to the French-controlled island of Tortuga in 1660. As a hot destination for scurvy men looking for booty of all kinds, the town was rife with disease-ridden "working girls," parlors, and plenty of trouble, all of which L'Olonnais took full advantage. Before long, he had signed on to a shipload of buccaneers who were primed to ravage the high seas in search of conquest, riches, and bloody revenge.
As a brutal member of the crew, he was known to be unforgiving and particularly fond of slicing random pieces of flesh from those his disliked, that is unless he chose to cut out their tongue instead. Once the Governor of Tortuga took stock of his natural abilities, L'Olonnais was awarded his own ship. He took on a slightly more respectable tone as captain, even bringing a priest onboard to bless his men. But when a surly heckler interrupted the prayer, L'Olonnias wasted no time in firing his weapon at the unruly mate and tossing him overboard.
While L'Olonnais was notorious throughout the West Indies for his depravity, his actions sometimes shocked even the most wretched among him. As he and his men set out to attack Puerto Cabellos and San Pedro, those pesky Spaniards seem to best him at every turn. Facing ambushes on all sides, his crew was soon diminished to almost nothing until he finally managed to turn the tides of the battle and capture the few remaining enemies.
Once in his gasp, they were mercilessly questioned about their knowledge of his tactics, but of course, the captives betrayed nothing. Frustrated by their lack of response, L'Olonnais drew a knife from his belt, cut out the heart of a pleading Spaniard, and began to gnaw on the bloody organ. Appalled and titillated, his crew cheered their victory but, given their diminished numbers and one remaining ship, assumed their adventures had come to an end, at least for a bit. But L'Olonnais, drunk with rum and bloodlust, was completely unfazed by their lack of manpower and readily pushed them forward to the next conquest.
It's important to note that L'Olonnais was technically not just any old pirate - he was a privateer with an official letter from the French government legally empowering him to plunder any Spanish galleon he came across. He saw himself not as a common thief but as a man liberated to work on his own account, no matter what that may be - answerable to no one but himself. With this license to kill, he was more than just a pirate; he was a French-sponsored terrorist who was free to whatever the hell he wanted, as long as it meant disrupting the transfer of wealth from the New World to Spain. And, without a doubt, he excelled at this mission, killing anyone who opposed him and happily licking the blood from his sword.