The bilge was filled with cells that were packed with African slaves. Shane had only seen anything like it once before when she was younger. And even though the culture didn’t see anything wrong with it Shane never could get passed it. She had been free her whole life. Masquerading as a boy since she was young she had never been held back like any other class.

One thing that Shane admired most about the world of piracy was that there was never any sort of distinction between classes. She had sailed with the French, the English, the Dutch, the Spanish, the Irish and many times escaped slaves. Not once had Shane ever met a pirate who truly comprehended how lucky and free they truly were like an escaped slave did.

The men from The Robin pushed past her to the back of the ship towards the storage as Shane simply stood in awe. Suddenly taking the food from the slave vessel seemed incredibly cruel considering how little the slaves were fed already…

Shane shook her head as she tried to clear her thoughts and continued on her way through the bilge, trying to block out all the large men that had been chosen for slave labour and were probably on they’re way to the sugar plantations in the Florida Keys.

Shane had gathered herself slightly by keeping her eyes forward, she would prove herself useful aboard the Robin, but she lost herself again as she spotted two women in a cell of their own sitting on the floor and scared stiff from the sounds of the occasional cannons still booming.

One woman, a black woman with a stone cold look on her face as she tried to comfort her friend ; a gorgeous Latina. Shane stopped for a second. She had never seen a Latina slave before and found herself wondering how she got herself into this situation. As she tried to ignore the women and continue on her way, she felt herself stop and turn back before coming in front of the cell door. Shane never could pass up the opportunity to help a girl. It was quite possibly her biggest weakness.

Shane sighed. The guys were going to kill her for this… “Move aside.” Shane said as she brought her pistol to the lock on the gate. Both women watched Shane with confusion as Shane fired her pistol breaking the lock on the gate and kicking it open. “You two’re coming with me. Here.” Shane handed her dagger to the African woman before pulling the Latina to her feet. She took a moment as their eyes met and Shane peered into the Latina’s scared and confused eyes.