The bones of countless black slaves were buried in the abyss of the rough Atlantic Ocean, most of which were thrown into the sea and buried in the belly of a fish while suffering from disease during transportation. The few remaining skeletons were fortunate enough to escape the fate of being enslaved due to old age, illness, and physical defects, but they could not escape the fate of death. This small group of skeletons was given various names during his lifetime: "cargo", "black slave", "tail" and the shocking "human anatomical specimen".

Diego Alvarado, the plantation owner of the port of Ciudad Santo Domingo, was not surprised by the "tail" that appeared in the sales area. He was also well aware of the fact that there were always a few "tails" that no one had bought among the black slaves who could reach the Caribbean island colonies or the American continent colonies alive after long distances.

Captain Horth nodded solemnly after hearing his explanation, and suddenly looked at him with curious eyes, "Mr. Alvarado, how do the other slave traders deal with these goods that no one has bought, uh, tail?" ”

"Captain, I think you know better than I do what the Atlantic route of the slave trade is. The crowded cabins, the foul air, the unpalatable food, and the rampant plague were all that had brought the tails close to death. As if the plantation owner were telling a vivid story, "the road of death between the African territories of the Portuguese and the American territories of Spain will eventually make the tails choose to die rather than live." If they lived, they would still end up being dissected by doctors like animals. ”

"Anatomy? My God, the doctor... How can you do something that an executioner does? "In Captain Hawkins' opinion, a surgeon with a scalpel is better than an executioner.

Isabel glanced at Captain Hawkins. "Captain, anatomy is a discipline with a long history. In ancient Greek times, philosophers performed field dissections of animals and wrote treatises. ”

"Oh, so anatomy is still a discipline?! Miss, I feel a kind of shame for my ignorance. The scene of Captain Hawkins apologizing to Isabel made Diego Alvarado feel a little weird. He vaguely felt that this enigmatic woman, "Miss Brada", seemed to have a lot of interesting secrets behind it.

While he was still pondering whether to find these secrets, "Miss Brada" smiled at him, "Mr. Alvarado, I should sell these tails to the doctors who learned to dissect cadaverics, as you suggested?" ”

Diego raised his eyelids to look at her, and smiled in his senses, "yes, yes." If the lady wishes, I can help you with your worries. ”

"Mr. Alvarado, I see a chivalry in you." Isabel's expression stiffened as she spoke. Now, she no longer cares about these dirty, vile trade affairs. She intends to return to the north of England as soon as possible, the north she knows and loves.

Thousands of male slaves were snapped up by the plantation owners at high prices, and the remaining dozen or so "tails" were bought by Diego Alvarado at satisfactory prices. After the acquisition, he also needed to send someone to the San Nicolás de Barry Hospital in Santo Domingo to contact the surgeons and resell the "tail" to the surgeons.

After lunch, the plantation owners sent their trusted stewards and servants to deliver the large quantities of hides, spices, sugar and jewels that needed to be paid for the purchase of black slaves to the Nemesis. Captain John Hawkins and several officers stood happily alongside, talking loudly about the rarity and value of various goods, while directing the servants to carry barrels and crates containing various goods to the cargo hold below deck. Later, the servants were asked to deliver several treasure chests containing gold jewels to Isabel's captain's cabin.

After balancing desire and reality and producing a great sense of psychology, Isabel Walton and Captain Hawkins and other captains leaned against the fence of the aft lookout and pointed out the various belongings that had been delivered into the hold. At this time, the Spaniard Diego Alvarado stepped on the gangplank with two young white men and walked to the port side fence of the "Nemesis" with a chatter and laughter.

With a smile on his face that looked like he had seen his former friends, he glanced at the crowd busy on the open deck. Isabel saw the plantation owner with a sharp eye, but she only leaned over the fence of the lookout with her glass in her hand and said to Captain Hawkins, "Captain, someone has brought you the Spanish 'Holy Medicine'." ”

Before he could reply, a familiar voice with a Spanish accent came, "Good day, Miss Brenda, Captain Hawkins, and captains. ”

"Mr. Alvarado, are you a little concerned about the safety of the belongings paid to me?" Isabel stood motionless beside Captain Hawkins, watching the Spanish plantation owner walk up to the lookout.

"No, Miss Brenda, I would like to invite the captains to take a tour of the city of Santo Domingo under my guidance." Diego's tone sounded very sincere.

"Excursion...?" Isabel glanced at Diego and then at Captain Hawkins, "Captain, wouldn't you mind staying a little longer before heading back to Plymouth?" ”

"Of course, being able to visit the first permanent European town in the Americas will be a memory that I will never erase for the rest of my life." Captain Hawkins stroked his beard and smiled as he fixed his gaze on Diego Alvardo's face. He certainly wouldn't object to spending more time in Santo Domingo, and he even wanted to have more contact with Diego Alvarado, a local plantation owner.

However, Isabel was clearly not interested in visiting Santo Domingo. Although the European-style palaces, Catholic churches, hospitals, and universities built in the streets near the port have the grandeur of the Spanish colonial empire, this wealthy town has always been a Spanish town.

As Captain Hawkins finished speaking, Isabel smiled at the plantation owner, "Sir, can I find some books in Portuguese here?" You know, there's still a long way to go back to Plymouth. ”

"Portuguese? Miss Brenda, it seems, is far more interested in subjects and education than in her quest for wealth. Diego Alvarado spoke, looking a little surprised.

"Of course, being educated can get rid of the appearance of primitive animals."