Although Fast could barely remember the ransacking of the Spanish plantations, he still remembered the process of disposing of the plantation slaves vividly. At that time, with Isabel's permission, he led a dozen heavily armed musketeers along the horseshoe prints on the banks of the river to search for the Spanish footprints. It wasn't long before they found a large sugar cane plantation about 1.5 miles south of the hunting forest.

The people crept into the plantation and searched every house in the garden. When he and the musketeers shot and killed the remaining white overseers, a large number of male slaves were found in several houses where the slaves lived. For a moment, the musketeers gathered inside and outside the house did not know what to do with the black slaves.

A duke's guard, who also served as a musketeer, glanced at the artillery commander beside him, "Hey, old man, did your Excellency give you any orders?" ”

Fast turned his gaze to his colleagues in the Duke's Palace, who he had known for many years, and pouted, "Your Excellency just agreed that we should sack this plantation, and the others... Nothing was said. ”

"You guys, don't let these black slaves escape." The guard said to the other musketeers, and pulled Fast out of the house where the slaves lived. When the two of them stood outside the house, Wei Cong glanced around, looked at Faster and whispered, "Old man, why don't you find an opportunity to sell these black slaves, we can make a lot of money." ”

Fast readily agreed, but glanced at his colleague hesitantly, "We probably don't have such an opportunity, do you want us to sneak out of the fleet?" ”

"Stupid, as long as you agree to give your Excellency some money, she will naturally agree."

"No problem. These slaves will remain here, and when Your Excellency agrees, we will come back and transport them away. ”

After discussing how to dispose of the slaves, they were imprisoned in several houses with other musketeers. Then the people went into the plantation owner's house and looted for his belongings. Perhaps it was the plantation owner's other valuable possessions that attracted the attention of Fast and others that they forgot about the slaves when they loaded them into a wagon and left the plantation.

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Fast frowned, blinked sharply as he looked at Isabelle, and replied hesitantly, "Captain, I and the others forgot about the black slaves we were holding when we drove the carriage out of the plantation. So, now I'm not sure if the black slaves would have escaped from the plantations. ”

"More than 100 black slaves are also worth a lot of money, so simply send him to take people to the plantation." Isabel thought to herself, and glanced at the Adjutant of Maritime again, "Baldwin, you and Fast take a few people ashore to check out the plantation. If the slaves are still there, bring them back. ”

"Yes, Captain." Baldwin nodded, and walked out of the captain's cabin with Fast.

In the afternoon, Fast stood in the house where the black slaves lived on the plantation, shaking his head and sighing as he looked at the empty house. Baldwin, the adjutant of maritime affairs, looked at the empty premises and chuckled softly, "Old man, there is nothing left now, I think we can go back, right?" ”

"God, the slaves are gone, and the money is gone." Fast became a little frustrated.

"Old man, we robbed thousands of black slaves from the Portuguese, and are you still worried that we won't get a lot of money?" Baldwin walked slowly to the open door, leaning against the door frame to comfort his colleagues in the Duke's Court, whom he had known for many years.

Fast looked at the empty house again, "Phew...", he spat vigorously into the open space in front of him, and came out of the gate with an arquebus and a fork stand. Looking at the rest of the musketeers who had come to the plantation with him, he smiled awkwardly, "Brothers, I'm sorry that I let you go back empty-handed. ”

A musketeer, with his left hand propped on a fork and an arquebus on his right shoulder, stood in the open space in front of the house and laughed, "Commander, if you're willing to hunt a bison, I think we can go back empty-handed." ”

That evening, the entire fleet went ashore again and went to the camp, which was still intact, and once again held a barbecue bison dinner. When Isabel heard from the adjutant of the maritime affairs officer what happened during the day, she just smiled and didn't say anything.

The next morning, everyone left the camp happily and returned to the privateer ship anchored in the deep sea. Soon after, the fleet set sail on a southerly route from the west of the island around the island, passing through the Caribbean Sea to the east of the island outside the port of Ciudad Santogo.

Selling black slaves again, Isabel and Captain Hawkins and others became more sophisticated. Without waiting for the plantation owners near the city of Santo Domingo to board the ship, they sent a large number of sailors to drive the slaves out of the cabin and take them to the slave sale area on the shore.

At the same time, 1,180 young male slaves were sold, which was also a novelty not common on the Spanish colony of Spain. Of course, compared to the bloody fact that more than 3,300 slaves die every month on the island of Spain, and more than 40,000 slaves die every year, these 1,180 slaves could work on the plantation for 10 days at most before dying in agony.

When Diego Alvarado, the owner of the plantation, appeared in the stands of the sales area as usual, he came to the two as if he had seen a good friend who had known each other for many years, nodded in friendly greeting, and then smiled and spoke in English, "Miss Brenda, Captain Hawkins, I didn't expect us to meet here again." ”

Isabel Walton, who was seated in her seat, smiled as she looked at the plantation owner, "Mr. Alvarado, you might as well sit down and have some drinks." ”

The plantation owner saluted Captain Hawking again and sat down next to "Miss Brenda" with a smile. When he casually turned his gaze to the black slaves in the square, he was slightly stunned, and then looked at the other party, "Miss, what port is the cargo loaded in this time?" ”

Isabel immediately became alert, turned her head sharply to look at the other party, and smiled quietly, "I remember, it's the port of Neves on the island of São Tomé. Sir, is there any problem? ”

"Sao Tome? Mademoiselle, this island was the center of the Portuguese transshipment of black slaves, and it is inevitable that some 'tails' will be mixed in with the excellent cargo and loaded onto the ship. ”

"Tail...? Mr. Alvarado, what does this mean? ”

"Captain, that's a very common way of saying it." Diego Alvarado leaned back in his chair, picked up the glass on the small table next to him, took a sip of wine, and introduced eloquently, "Tail refers to some goods that are left after each transaction that no one buys. Most of these goods are unhealthy, old or physically deficient. ”