Chapter eightDark water ran across the deck underfoot as the ship rolled. The smells, the noise, the shaking feelings of insecurity coiled into a daunting sensation of inescapable doom.
“Sink me!” I burst out, fractionally aware of the very aptness of the remark in these circumstances. “I don’t know — so — all of ’em!”
Staggering as the ship lumbered back, I hauled myself up.
The slaves were chained individually to the long main chain. Forcing my way to the end I balanced with the movements of the vessel, my old sea legs back in action. The chief staple was bolted. Well, by Vox, somebody must have the key!
More water smashed down through the gratings. There must be one hell of a storm raging out there. The water in the hold was now visibly rising. If we didn’t overset we’d be dragged d
