The Witcher: Son of the Planes

Awake? Nothing to do? Get up, the deck needs to be scrubbed three times today. "Before I could chat with John for a few words, the evil Captain Barto came over.

"Yes, yes, yes, we will work now. But, Captain, Colin has not eaten for a day and a night, should he eat something first?" John looked at Barto and said.

"Well, okay, you go get him a piece of black bread, and start working immediately after eating. One by one, you are all trying to be lazy, don't let me see, otherwise I will throw you into the sea to feed the fish." Barto said after a fierce glance. Seeing that everyone was working with their heads down, he turned back to the captain's room.

"Here, eat something, you will have strength after eating. "At the same time, John handed Colin a glass of water.

Colin moved his body and checked that he had no external injuries. He had been awake for a while and was indeed hungry, but looking at the black bread handed over by John, it was hard to regard it as food. I don’t know how the Colin of the past few days swallowed it.

Seeing that Colin was a little dazed, John hurriedly said: "Eat quickly, with water, there is still work to do later, otherwise you will not get dinner if you fail to complete the task. "

First drink some water to moisten the throat, Colin took small bites of the black bread helplessly. Tsk, this hardness is comparable to stone, and it is comparable to dried lotus beans. After all, you have to survive before you can think about other things. Well, eat.

After some self-psychological construction, Colin finally started to eat. Seeing Colin started to eat, John said no more and buried his head to continue brushing the deck. After all, there were still three rounds of work, and the progress needed to be accelerated.

Colin ate and looked around, and saw many sailors standing on both sides of the deck, wearing hard leather vests and knives on their waists. He counted and there were about 40 on the deck. Looking around, there were at least 20 slaves working on the deck like him. Come on. Everyone has their own work to do, and they are all busy silently.

Looking at the hull of this ship, it is mainly made of wood, and it looks like medieval Europe. The deck guns on both sides have not been seen yet, but from the conspicuous bow gun, it can be seen that it should have passed the gunpowder era. Steel may not be available, but the iron must be 100 times of forging iron, otherwise the gun barrel will not last long.

Colin remembered the first day when he was driven into the bottom warehouse. It was so crowded and there were all kinds of sour and refreshing tastes. It’s really hard to describe.

There were about 300 slaves, both men and women, and 20 men were picked from the bottom warehouse to work on the deck. Colin and John were among them.

Originally, I thought that it would be nice to take advantage of the break from work to blow the sea breeze and see the sun. But who knew that Colin, this big wretch, fell into the water a few days later, and then there was no more.

Speaking of Colin, this kid is not even 15 years old. I estimated that he was as tall as me in my previous life, about 175cm Well, he is in good physical condition, with yellow-brown hair and white skin with a hint of light red.

He can't tell what he looks like, but when I touched him, there is hair on his face. Oh, he is still a child, fighting in wars and being a slave, so pitiful.

I don't know how his lame father is doing, and how his mother and sister are doing. I don't know where Colin's emotions come from. He feels very involved, but it comes and goes quickly. In a blink of an eye, I don't know what he is thinking about.

The people in this world are in good physical condition. I have been on the ship for so many days, and I don't seem to have eaten anything like bean sprouts, so I won't get sepsis. ?

"Ah, the bread is finished, no more delay, hurry up and work." Colin stuffed the last small piece of black bread into his mouth, picked up the brush and joined John's work.

...

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the sea like broken gold, and the deck seemed to be plated with a layer of dazzling gold. There were groups of sailors standing everywhere on the deck, chatting and laughing, telling some confusing jokes. The sea in the distance was sparkling and dreamy under the reflection of the afterglow.

Colin and old John, who had brushed the deck three times, leaned against the mast and continued to gnaw on black bread, eating and chatting.

"Hey, what are your plans?" Colin asked in a low voice.

"What plans do you have? Nothing, just fill your stomach." John replied helplessly.

"What can I do? This slave is not a good identity." Colin whispered in John's ear.

"No, accept your fate, it's good to have a full meal, don't think about those unrealistic things. "Hearing this, Colin remembered a famous saying from his previous life: "What's the difference between a human without dreams and a salted fish."

"Is there really no way? Think about it again." Colin asked unwillingly.

"Well... it's not that there is no chance at all. As long as you make a contribution and make the master happy, it is not impossible to release your slave status." John thought for a while and said.

"How to make a contribution? There is no chance in this vast ocean." Colin looked worried.

"Hey, don't think about it, go back to the cabin and sleep, there is still work to do tomorrow morning. "After saying that, John turned and walked towards the bottom cabin.

Looking at John's back, Colin, who was leaning against the main mast, was not sleepy. This was his first day in this world. He had only played at the seaside before and had never been out to sea by boat. At this moment, he stared at the afterglow on the sea gradually dissipating, the surrounding sea water showed a mysterious black and blue tone, and felt the gentle sea breeze, as if immersed in a wonderful dream. At this moment, he forgot the hesitation of crossing, forgot the identity of a slave, and only remembered the beauty and charm of nature, and felt the coolness and tranquility of this moment.

……

Time flows like water, repeating itself in a cycle. Ten days later, the sea road gradually narrowed, and the ship followed the water to the Strait of Holz. The sailors around him looked solemn, and the tension spread like a plague. The slaves on the deck were frightened and became more and more cautious, fearing that they would offend Captain Bartow and get into trouble.

"What's going on? It feels like something is going to happen!" Colin touched John's shoulder and asked doubtfully. "I don't know, maybe there are pirates ahead." John's face was solemn.

"This life must not be allowed to pass! Is there anything more terrifying than being a slave?" Colin lamented.

"Look to see if there are any usable tools. If there is real danger, it will be too late." John looked around.

"What's there! Even if there is, it won't be given to us. If nothing else happens, Bato is just afraid that we will cause trouble!" Colin looked at the wooden brush in his hand and responded helplessly.

"No, let's go back to the bottom cabin and hide. If there is a situation, Bator will be the one to deal with it, and the sailors on the ship will not stand idly by." John suggested.

"No, you can't move around now. It's better to work on the deck first. If you go down so early, you will be whipped." Colin shook his head and said. .

…

"Captain, it's certain that the big ship with the black flag in front is the infamous Black Skull, and the sinister-looking man standing on the bow must be the legendary Captain Jack. According to the previous information, although this guy is ruthless, he is not particularly greedy. If you can give him a little money, you should be able to send him away." First Mate Bob looked at Bartow seriously. Report what you observed.

Bato frowned after hearing this: "Damn it, a shipload of slaves can't be sold for much money. I just wanted to make some extra money on the way back when I went to sea this time. I didn't expect that I would run into these damn pirates." ! It must have been someone else’s concern when we were selling goods at the Port of Auckland. What a bad luck!”

Bob quickly comforted: "Captain, don't be angry. The most important thing now is to find a way to solve the trouble at hand, but we must not affect the safety of our entire fleet just because of this trivial matter. After all, Qingshan is still here. Don’t worry about running out of firewood.”

Bato took a deep breath and tried to calm down: "Well, you are right, Bob. In your opinion, what should we do next?"

Bob suggested: "Captain, I think it is better to make a response plan early so as not to be caught off guard. Otherwise, I will arrange a faster boat to go over in advance to contact them and touch them by the way. Find out how much ransom they want. What do you think?"

Bato thought for a while, nodded in agreement: "Okay, then I'll do as you say. But remember, you must be careful and don't anger those pirates, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

Bob quickly responded: "Don't worry, Captain, I know what to do." After saying that, he turned around to convey the order, preparing to send someone to negotiate with the Black Skull.