"Captain William Hawkins, Miss is changing her clothes, you can wait here." Adjutant Baldwin, the adjutant of the sea, stood on the side of the hatch and said a polite word as he looked at the two captains. At this time, two men dressed in sailors' costumes stood outside the captain's cabin, which did not correspond to their gunner's post, and assumed the duties of guards.

"Well, okay." Captain Hawkins could only agree, staying on the side of the hatch with the marine lieutenant.

At this moment, a man wearing a white silk long-sleeved shirt underneath, a black bandeau cloth bodysuit of an aristocratic woman, and black leggings and dark brown riding boots stood at the cabin desk and inserted an intricately crafted handguard with an Italian hoop gauntlet and a delicate counterweight ball at the end of the hilt into a delicate and luxurious scabbard at his left waist.

The man calmly walked to the hatch and stretched out his hand to open the two hatches, and the two "sailors" standing on either side of the door with a completely different temperament from the other sailors nodded respectfully when they looked back at this person. When this person came to the cabin, Captain Hawkins and the maritime lieutenant, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly greeted him with a smile.

"Miss Isabel, are you going to go to the city and admire the Spanish town?" It seems that Captain Hawkins is very polite and keeps a certain distance from this person, and takes the initiative to maintain his image of a sacrosanct aristocratic woman.

Isabel Walton, the captain of the "Nemesis", felt like she was back in her old aristocratic life at this time, nodded reservedly, and smiled lightly, "Captain, I think I should wear the raff collar again so that I can show my identity and title, right?" ”

Captain Hawkins looked at her respectfully, winked and smiled, "Well, Miss, that's true. ”

"Alright, Captain, I'm joking with you." Isabel's reserved face suddenly had a smile that narrowed the distance with the civilian, "Captain, are you going to follow me to the town of the Spaniards?" ”

"I'm sorry, miss. Well, there are a lot of plantation owners who have come to our ship and are going to buy black slaves. ”

"Really? Well, Captain, I think you and the other two captains can handle the deal. ”

With the weight ball on the hilt of her sword in her left hand, Isabel smiled and walked towards the lookout deck outside the cabin. Captain Hawkins followed along, still asking her softly, "Miss, you acquired these slaves in battle, so we want you to preside over the trade yourself." ”

Isabel walked to the stairs on the right side of the lookout without stopping, and as she walked down the stairs to the open deck below, the crew members on the deck stood still and bowed to her. Coming to the open deck, Isabel looked at the city of Santo Domingo outside the port side, and then turned to look at Captain Hawkins, who had been following her, "Captain, will the transaction take a long time?" ”

Captain Hawkins speculated on her thoughts, smiled and nodded, "Miss, the fleet will be in the harbor of Santo Domingo for a few more days, and you have time to admire the towns built by the Spaniards in the colony. ”

"Okay, now, where are we going?"

"The slave sale area near the port. According to the rules of sale, all loaded black slaves were to be sent there for sale. ”

In fact, Isabel was reluctant to go to the Slave Sale Quarter, believing that she was standing in the Slave Sale Quarter, no different from a northern livestock trader. Glancing at Captain Hawkins, he said helplessly, "Captain, do I have to go?" ”

Captain Hawkins stared at her and nodded, "Miss, there's no doubt about it. ”

Two gunners and a maritime lieutenant followed Isabel, and Captain Hawkins and a white guide led the way in front left, and the group came to a large slave sale area less than half a mile from the docks. At this time, 300 black slaves with chains around their necks and hands were still being driven from merchant ships to the docks by sailors like cattle.

Isabel and the others were led by a white guide to a plaza to the west of the sales area, and then led them to a stand on the north side of the plaza, which was more than a man tall and about 100 square feet. The white guide looked respectfully at Isabel who was sitting in the seat, "Miss, do you and the other captains need any drinks?" ”

In front of everyone is a huge plaza that covers an area larger than a basketball court. Obviously, the square was used to house black slaves, and the stands where the crowd was located were used by both sides of the slave trade. Isabel glanced at the black slaves who were being driven into the square, and then at the guide standing on the left, "Wine bar." Remember, to use a glass. ”

After a while, two young black women dressed in Spanish civilian women's dresses slowly walked up to the stands with dinner plates. Isabel turned to look at Captain Hawkins, who was sitting next to her, "Captain, what are those plantation owners talking to you about when they get on board?" ”

Captain Hawkins leaned back in his chair, stroked his beard, and said with a smile: "Miss, as soon as the Spaniards came to me on board, they told me the number, price, and special requirements they needed. ”

At this moment, two black women cautiously approached the two captains with plates, and placed a wine glass on the small table next to each of their seats. Next, a glass jar is used to pour some wine into each person's glass. When Isabel lifted her glass, she noticed that the black woman who had poured her wine had been afraid to look up.

"Poor man," Isabel shook her head, smiling at Captain Hawkins as she raised her glass, "Captain, all those Spaniards speak English?" ”

"Only a few people can say some simple conversations."

"Oh, you just said they had some special requirements for black slaves, what is it?"

While the two were still talking, the black woman who had poured the wine for Isabel suddenly looked up at her, and quickly lowered her head again. With his head down, he walked over to Captain Hawkins and poured him some wine. Captain Hawkins ignored the fact that anyone poured himself a drink, but said with great interest, "Miss, you can't imagine what these Spaniards want from black slaves, they want to buy young, strong, beautiful black slaves. ”

"Pretty black slave? My God, could a beautiful slave cultivate more sugar cane than any other slave? Isabel said a series of curious words.

"Hahaha... Miss, I also don't understand why these Spaniards need beautiful black slaves. So, again, you will be invited to host today's transaction. ”

"Captain, let John get a little more education when you return to Plymouth, it will be good for your family and future trade."