"Mr. Wellington did not treat us as slaves. Miss Mila, he reminds me quite of yourself. He had always believed and treated us as his family. Whenever there would be labor work in the fields he would cultivate alongside us. We had breaks, nice beds, and good living conditions. None of us slaves were ever beaten, or insulted. If a situation were to occur he would scold us in a knowledgeable way. He truly was a good master. Even when he sold us, he had believed that he had given us to kind master such as himself as Master Johannes had convinced him that he would provide us with kind conditions."

I sighed as my pain seemed to slightly abate. My eyes slid over to watch Priscilla caress her sleeping daughter's hair. I smiled.

"Priscilla, did you ever manage to eavesdrop or find out where you guys are going?"

Priscilla stroked her chin before saying.

"I have once heard the Master say to his advisor that they were planning to take us to the States."

I inhaled sharply.

Holy f.u.c.k.

That was the worst possible place that they could go. Despite my pain I sat up.

"Priscilla, whatever happens, the three hundred of you should not go to the States."

Priscilla tilted her head in confusion.

"But Miss Mila, the Master said that in the States there are better conditions. Slaves only have to work for some time before they become free men."

I frowned. That was true only for the beginning of slavery which had begun in 1619. But towards the end of the sixteenth century, slavery had become a terrible, abusive ordeal. The possibility of becoming a free man had diminished. I sighed. If I were to save these three hundred people would I be changing history?

Priscilla then went on to describe the unfavorable conditions in the s.h.i.+p. The slaves were chained, fed only a sort of slob, a small amount of water. They are beat by Connor and others daily. Children weren't saved from the terrible treatment either. The slaves were placed in a small dim room on top of each other. The air itself became thick and warm. Diseases rampaged and took over half the lives of the slaves over this time. Those that died weren't even given a proper sendoff but thrown overboard. I didn't feel anger or sympathy. Instead I felt frustration. Frustration at how people thought that it was okay to use others as slaves. Frustration at how useless I was. Frustration of how I knew what was about to occur but I can't do anything about it.

As frustration filled me, an idea creeped into my mind. I winced as I struggled to stand. Priscilla came to my side and held my arm as I cried out in pain from the lashes. They still stung even after two days.

"Priscilla where are the two that came with me?"

"Master had placed them in the guest rooms towards the higher levels of the s.h.i.+p."

"How many levels are there on this s.h.i.+p?"

"Three levels miss Mila."

I nodded. Quite typical of a transport s.h.i.+p.

"Priscilla are we near where the other three hundred pa.s.sengers are?"

Priscilla nodded as a look of concern came on her face.

"Yes, we are. They are all in the room next door."

I smiled. Before doing anything rash I had to confirm everything with my own eyes. Once I do that I

can be a.s.sured of the validity of my plan.

"Okay Priscilla, I would like you to take me to the room next to us."

"I can't miss Mila. Multiple pa.s.sengers are sick, you might contract what they have."

"Priscilla, I need to do this. Haven't you already placed your trust in me to help you guys?"

Priscilla bit her lip as she pondered. She then nodded and helped me walk.

I shook my head. This was well worth the risk. I need to understand the severity of the situation so I could know how to act. Priscilla held me up as I forcefully moved my stinging legs which were purple and bruised from the lashes. The room was indeed small and dusty as I have suspected. The lull of the s.h.i.+p moving on the water under us made my nausea intensify.

My G.o.d, how were the other pa.s.sengers dealing with this motion?

As we reached the door and turned the k.n.o.b of the room a familiar voice called out.

"My dear Mila. Where do you think you're going?"

Holy f.u.c.k.

Of all the sons of a b.i.t.c.hes to deal with now. Could this day get any s.h.i.+ttier?

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Thank you so much for reading my luvs! I'm sorry for the short chapter. I've been staying up all night preparing for an exam. Your little author loves you so she has chosen to update even though she's tired! Stay safe and be careful my luvs!