The chilly wind woke Margaret out of her slumber. With her hair disheveled, she opened her eyes and scanned her surroundings. Nothing had changed. She was still trapped on the same unfamiliar ship deck.0

Looking through the glass of the pilot house, she could see a man wrapped up in bandages manning the helm. His appearance sent a shudder of fear through her entire body. He was the man who bought them.0

Margaret initially thought that she had finally escaped from hell and was on her way back home. But then, she realized that the man had purchased them to be used as sacrificial offerings. If not for the ship's captain returning on his own accord, she might have already sunk to the depths of the dark waters.0

Her father's words had been spot on: Every man at sea is bad. They had no regard for law or life. To them, human lives were as good as the...0