September 16

My Captain is loading all one hundred of the creatures that he traded some supplies for. All I can hear is the clinging and clanging of the shackles. It smelt like they haven’t bathed in days. They are going down to the cargo area. Then all I heard was the crack of a whip that my captain used on a beast that tried to run. When all the slaves were down there we started to sail away, but all we could hear was the screams of the beasts.

September 19

For three whole days all you could hear was the screams of the beasts, then it just stopped. So then my captain and I went to the check on them. They were all just fine, then one of them stuck his arm and my captain took out his sword. I said no don’t do that, a dead slave is less profit. Then he put his sword away kicked the arm away and went back up to the deck.

September 24

The doctor came to my captian today and said that it has been nine days and they didn’t get any exercises, they might sell for less if they aren’t fit and they stink so can you bath them. So the creators came up to the deck and they were forced to dance. After that they lined them up and my crew and I threw buckets of ocean water at them. Then we would put them back down under the deck.