Voyage of Slaves

Otto left off his moustache trimming, rubbing his stomach. “Ja, the Fräulein is right, it is time for lunch!”

Signore Rizzoli heard the key in the lock outside their cabin. “That sounds like them bringing food now.”

It was Ghigno and four armed guards. The scar-faced Corsair beckoned to them.

“Come on, all out, I’m taking you up on deck. One false move from any of you and someone will be feeding the fishes in the bay. Step out one at a time.”

Lunch was forgotten as the Rizzoli Troupe made their way up to the midship deck. Serafina had guessed right, it was midday. The world around them looked grey and overcast. A soft, steady drizzle was smoothing the sea into a waveless swell. They were herded in front of Al Misurata, who stood sheltered beneath the afterdeck stairs. He addressed them in commanding tones.

“In a few hours we will be docking at Piran. You will be confined to your cart until such time as we part company.”

Mamma Rizzoli spoke out. “What about our horse, Poppea? She must not be left aboard.”

The pirate held up his hand, silencing her. “Do not worry, the horse will be brought up and put into the shafts of your cart when we land.”

Mamma persisted. “And what are your plans for us?”

Al Misurata’s voice held no emotion. “I am not prepared to say right now, but you will not be harmed as long as you obey me. Let that be sufficient.”

Signore Rizzoli carried on where his wife had left off. “You are an evil man! We trusted you, and you repaid that trust by selling us into slavery. Deny it—I dare you!”

Ghigno rested his hand, meaningly, on the pistol that was thrust into his waist sash. “My master is the Lord of the Barbary Coast, he does not argue with poor fools such as you. Be silent!”

Despite the armed guards, Otto’s vise-like grip seized the Corsair’s arm, causing him to wince. The big German strongman was glaring at Al Misurata. “Otto Kassel always keeps his word, not like you. I make you a promise, mein Herr, you will pay for this!”

At a wave of the pirate’s hand, more armed men emerged from the cabin behind him. He smiled at Otto. “On the contrary, it is I who will be receiving payment. You are merely the merchandise that is being traded.” Al Misurata wandered fearlessly amid his captives. “The treatment you receive from your new master will depend on your own good behavior. Take the girl!”

With a quick movement he swung Serafina into the arms of the guards, then stepped back holding up both hands. “Do nothing foolish, the girl will not be harmed! I need her as a hostage. Behave yourselves, and I will return her to you in due course.”

Turning on his heel he went into the cabin, followed by three of the guards and Serafina.

Shortly before mid-noon, the Sea Djinn tied up at the harbour in Piran. Nobody paid much attention to the cart which was trundled down a ramp by a dozen well-armed men. With Poppea in the shafts, it rattled off, still with the men surrounding it. Once the cart was clear of the ship, Al Misurata dismissed the guards from his cabin. Serafina huddled in a corner watching his every move, her dark eyes fearful.

The pirate smiled benignly at her. “Why so frightened, my little African songbird? I have no intention of harming you, relax.” He gestured to a tray of food on the table.“Come, help yourself to this good food—eat, drink!” Serafina stayed where she was. He laughed, speaking to her as if she were a recalcitrant child. “There’s nothing wrong with the food, look.” Selecting a large, yellow pear, Al Misurata bit into it and ate with relish. He cast it aside half-eaten, wiping his lips on a silk kerchief. “Perhaps you don’t like me watching you. Alright, I will go and leave you alone awhile. Later on I will take you to see the town of Piran. Would you like that?”

Serafina was still frightened; her voice barely rose above a whisper. “I would like to go back to my friends, sir. Where have you taken them?”

The pirate answered like a kindly uncle. “You will see them tonight, I promise. First I want you to do something for me. It is a simple thing, a short trip into town. Then I will deliver you back to your friends. Agreed?” He watched until she nodded. “Good! I’ll leave you alone now. When you’ve finished eating, open that chest in the corner. You’ll find lots of pretty things for a beautiful young lady to wear. I want you to look good for our trip to the town.”

When he departed the cabin, Serafina heard him lock the door behind him. She ventured across to the food, picking up a few purple-bloomed grapes. However, before she had even tasted them, she broke down in tears. Overwhelmed by her loneliness and fear of the unknown, the beautiful black girl wept, thinking of the only family she knew, the Rizzoli Troupe, and the two friends she held dearest of all: Ben and Ned.