There was nothing of value on the slave ship. The air inside the cabin was stifling and lingered with the rusty smell of iron chains.
Turning the whole ship upside down from top to bottom only yielded a few gold coins that probably belonged to the manager Georgius, hidden in a small wooden chest, and a few sets of clothes for changing.
Some dry bean cake rations tossed haphazardly in the corner had shown signs of molding, growing full of green fungus, which was an eyesore to Jasmine. Eating this stuff would only ruin stomachs and cause infectious diseases, so she decisively told the men to throw it all into the sea to feed the fish.
