Chapter 102： Black sails (7) (2/2)
Life at sea is boring, so having fun is also a basic skill for pirates.
But there are also helpful guys in this, a black pirate handed Zhang Heng a wooden bucket so that he could spit in it, in addition to helping him pour a glass of water.
”Thank you.”
After vomiting, Zhang Heng felt better, rinsed his mouth with fresh water and thanked him.
”You're welcome. Don't take their words to heart. Those guys just smell bad. People are not bad. You will find them after a long time.” The black pirate stretched out a hand. ”Goodwin, Sea Lion Gunner's gunner. ”
”Zhang Heng.” Zhang Heng held the barrel in one hand and completed the handshake with the other.
”I saw your previous performance on the deck. It was very impressive. What did you do before, soldier?” Goodwin was cheerful.
差不多 ”Almost, I did participate in a war before ...”
”Did you win?”
不 ”No, but at least the people I care about and I have survived.”
”You are so lucky. I also participated in a war, but we failed,” Goodwin opened his collar, revealing the imprint on his left chest.
”My tribe was defeated by another tribe. They killed my father and mother, and the old people in the tribe. They sold me, my brother, and my six-year-old sister to a slave-trap. I do n’t remember. How long have we been on the boat? At that time, everyone was wearing shackles and squeezed into the narrow warehouse on the ground floor, one by one, unable to move, in fact, there was no space to breathe ~~ Dang When we arrived at what they called the New World, there were three hundred black people on the ship, and there were less than eighty people still breathing, and my brother died in my arms. ”
”Sorry to hear this.” Zhang Hengdao.
The slave trade began in the 15th century and reached its peak in the 17th and 18th centuries. The reclamation and construction of the colonies required a large amount of cheap labor. It was obviously unrealistic to rely on thin European immigrants. Countries are scrambling to set up business stations and fortresses, or stir up relations between tribes, buy war prisoners, or hunt slaves themselves.
Today, Zhang Heng is in an era when the triangular trade is booming. Businessmen set off from Europe, went to Africa, purchased slaves, and then shipped slaves to the Americas, sold them to plantations and farmers in the Americas, and then sold the Americas. Special gold, coffee, cotton and other special products will be shipped to Europe to earn amazing profits.
This situation did not improve until the late 18th and early 19th centuries, when Britain, France, the United States, and other countries gradually banned the slave trade. However, although the government no longer supports this behavior, private smuggling is still rampant. By the 1960s, that would be the last word.
”I was bought by a coffee planter in Charleston, worked there for eight years, and then sold to a boat as a sailor, doing the most work, but the worst food until she found us.”
”Who?”
”Sea Lion, she gave me freedom and accepted me. The people above treated me as a companion, brother. When we fight, we look after each other's back. There is no set of masters and slaves. We are all equal free people. And, we all have a common home. ”
”Where?”
”Nassau.”