When the last man to go down was a slave...
Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 5:32 pm
It was on one of my first tries, and I had decided to save a slave - don't remember if I bought it or received him from a slave ship that wanted to escape. So, he joins my crew, and we proceed on our long trip.
A little bit later, things went downhill, there were breaches, my ship was on fire, oxygen was running down. My men started falling, one by one.
As I watched then go down, I felt a little bit sad, and very anxious and full of despair because I didn't know what to do. I watched, motionless, the last man alive on the wheels of the ship, awaiting my orders.
It was my ex-slave, faithful to the final moments. I mentally saluted him when he finally succumbed.
And that's why I always, always rescue the slaves when I have the chance.
A little bit later, things went downhill, there were breaches, my ship was on fire, oxygen was running down. My men started falling, one by one.
As I watched then go down, I felt a little bit sad, and very anxious and full of despair because I didn't know what to do. I watched, motionless, the last man alive on the wheels of the ship, awaiting my orders.
It was my ex-slave, faithful to the final moments. I mentally saluted him when he finally succumbed.
And that's why I always, always rescue the slaves when I have the chance.
