Alsan walked up the stairs behind his two new slaves, smirking "Off you go! That sailor over there will give you orders. Obey him!" He pointed towards a huge man who was now giving orders and lashing his whip out at anyone who dared stand still.
Turning around, the slave trader strode over to the side of the ship and looked out at the horizon. The sky was beginning to turn dark grey, a sign of that there would be a storm soon. Scowling, he hoped they would be able to arrive at France soon, because otherwise they would miss the slave sales.