At this time, the open deck of the Portuguese merchant ship and the captain's cabin below the stern were two very different worlds. The captain's cabin was peaceful and relaxed, while the open deck outside and the multi-level decks in the cabin were a bustling scene: privateer sailors rushed to carry supplies from Portuguese merchant ships.

Everything that the sailors considered to be of some value, from wood, tools, sail cables, and rat poison to the salted meats, cured fish, ales, cheeses, and salts that the sailors consumed every day, were all moved to several privateers. As for the live cargo that was placed in the cargo compartment at the bottom of the ship, the sailors did not dare to carry it without receiving the instructions of any of the captains.

Isabel reached out and pulled open the drawer, took out a yellow, brittle piece of paper and handed it to Captain Hawkins and the others. Glancing at the three captains, "Gentlemen, here's something interesting, can anyone tell me what it is?" ”

Captain Hawkins got up and walked over to his desk, nodded to Isabel, picked up the paper, and read it from beginning to end. Frowning, he looked up at her hesitantly, "Miss, this is probably a... License issued in Spain? ”

"Yes, captain, this is a slave trade licence that was publicly sold by the Spanish crown in 1510. With this license, slaves could be sold to the Spanish colonies in the Americas. ”

"Miss, the concession that was sold more than 30 years ago is probably no longer useful."

"Captain Hawkins, you are right, this only proves that Spain and Portugal began the black trade very early." Isabel stood up, walked to the cabinet with the French clock, and turned around, "In order to uphold justice and justice, we must use the strength given to us by God to face the evil empire bravely. ”

In fact, this kind of righteous words are what Isabel said to herself. In her heart, while resisting the inhumane slave trade, she had to accept this shameful trade. At this time, European and English society was a hierarchical society, and nobles, knights, or merchants in the hierarchy did not have sympathy for black slaves like cattle.

In order to facilitate overseas trade and establish overseas colonies, it was natural that there would be manpower that could work in the fields. In the face of a severe shortage of productive labor, the slave trade was not only lucrative, but also brought economic prosperity to overseas colonies and European societies. Therefore, in every respect, there is no country in the world today that can easily abandon the vast wealth brought about by the slave trade.

"Captains, it's almost dinner time. After dinner, there is still a lot of business to do. Isabel glanced at the French clockwork clock and smiled at the three captains.

"Yes, miss. Well, did the work of transporting black slaves start after dinner? The three captains hurriedly stood up when they saw her get up, and Captain Hawkins asked cautiously.

Isabel walked over to the hatch with her hands behind her back and nodded, "Well, transfer to your three ships first." In addition, other supplies should be transferred as soon as possible. ”

Captain Hawkins bowed slightly, "I understand. Miss, if you have no other instructions, we will leave first. ”

When the three captains left, Isabel called in the two Duke's palace guards who were guarding the hatch, "Hall, Miller, pack all the valuables in the captain's cabin." Well, if you have something you like, take it with you. ”

Wei Cong Hall glanced at his colleagues beside him, and hurriedly asked with a smile, "Captain, do you want to reward us with something?" ”

Isabel raised her eyelids to look at the two of them as she packed up the Portuguese captain's slave trading licence, logbooks, charts, and some valuable personal belongings, "Of course, everyone will be rewarded." Those who participated in the battle and those who were wounded or killed in the battle can get more. ”

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In order to prevent the 300 black slaves from contracting infectious diseases and dying due to the poor living conditions such as crowded cabins, humidity, and foul air, Isabel Walton, the captain of the "Nemesis", asked the sailors of the four privateers to start the work of transporting the black slaves to the privateers after dinner. Because the work of transshipment took advantage of the rest time of the sailors, the honorarium for overtime still had to be paid.

While the other three privateers were transporting the slaves, Isabel asked Baldwin to take the Portuguese navigator from the priest to the captain's lookout in the stern of the Portuguese merchant ship, hoping to learn more about the Portuguese slave trade, the slave forts or strongholds on the west coast of Africa.

Pedro Almeida, a navigator from the southeastern Portuguese town of Faro, was brought to the lookout while sitting on a seat near the port side fence, holding a wine glass, gazing intently at the strings of black cargo coming out of the open deck of a merchant ship.

"Captain, the navigator is here." The words of Adjutant Baldwin, the adjutant of maritime affairs, rang in her ears.

Isabel withdrew her gaze and said in Spanish as she looked at the navigator who was standing a few paces away on the right, "Mr. Almeida, this English sailor's suit suits you." ”

Pedro, who had been asked by Baldwin to change into an England sailor's suit, subconsciously looked down at the costume on his body, and hurriedly bowed to Isabel, "I am grateful to the captain for his kindness to his subordinates. ”

"I told you that as long as you were willing to be loyal to me, I would treat you like a maritime lieutenant." Isabel smiled and said, then looked at the adjutant in English and said, "Baldwin, let him sit down." ”

As Pedro cautiously sat down in a seat diagonally across from Isabel, Isabel whispered to Baldwin next to her, "Where is the Spanish navigator now?" ”

"Rest in his cabin, Captain."

"Well, find another person to put him in check."

The adjutant of the sea promised to leave, but she stopped him again, "Don't let the Spaniards find out that we are supervising him, and don't let him find out about the looted goods." ”

After Baldwin left, Isabel asked Wei Cong Hall to give Pedro a lavish glass and pour him some wine, and smiled softly, "Mr. Almeida, drink some wine." ”

From the afternoon anti-looting battle, Pedro's mental state has improved a lot, and he has gradually begun to believe Isabel's promise not to kill him. Raising his head slightly, he glanced at his new captain, and hurriedly took a small sip of wine from his glass.

Isabel glanced out of port again and whispered, "What do you think these black slaves look like, sir?" ”