One day, we got a couple of fishes from the sea. While we were eating them, the crew
member that knew a bit of medicine, said that those fishes were slightly contaminated, and that
definitely wasn’t good news for us, since we ate already half of them. We were planning to give the
leftovers to the slaves, but since it was not good for them, and they were having many health issues
already, unfortunately, the Capitan said that we had to throw them away. It was an awful moment
because while we were throwing those half bitten fishes away, we heard all the slaves screaming
and begging for some of it, which they probably were thinking that we threw them away for mere
cruelty. I felt very bad at that moment, that I even asked myself if the fishes were actually really
contaminated. So I couldn’t resist to all those screams that I got discreetly close to a couple of them
and gave them a bit of the fish. Nobody saw me, and I make hand signs to those slaves to hide
somewhere, but as soon as I moved away from them, some of my crew members found them, and
unfortunately, they got flogged so badly,
while
I cowardly hid. I felt horrible on that day, it was all my
fault, and I could see through the slaves’ eyes that they wanted to tell my partners that it was me
who gave them the fish, but hopefully, for me, my partners couldn’t understand anything they said. I
slept horribly that night.
On another day, I don’t know exactly why, but we all woke up a bit later, instants before we
got up, we heard the sound chains quickly hitting the deck, and when we noticed, two slaves were
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