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A
week
into
the
voyage
,
and
well
out
of
sight
of
land
,
the
slaves
were
allowed
out
of
irons
.
They
were
warned
that
any
disobedience
,
any
trouble
,
and
they
would
be
punished
more
than
they
had
ever
imagined
.
In
the
morning
the
captives
were
fed
beans
and
ship
’
s
biscuits
,
and
a
mouthful
each
of
vinegared
lime
juice
,
harsh
enough
that
their
faces
would
twist
,
and
they
would
cough
and
splutter
,
and
some
of
them
would
moan
and
wail
as
the
lime
juice
was
spooned
out
.
They
could
not
spit
it
out
,
though
:
if
they
were
caught
spitting
or
dribbling
it
out
they
were
lashed
or
beaten
.
The
night
brought
them
salted
beef
.
It
tasted
unpleasant
,
and
there
was
a
rainbow
sheen
to
the
gray
surface
of
the
meat
.
That
was
at
the
start
of
the
voyage
.
As
the
voyage
continued
,
the
meat
grew
worse
.
When
they
could
,
Wututu
and
Agasu
would
huddle
together
,
talking
of
their
mother
and
their
home
and
their
playfellows
.
Sometimes
Wututu
would
tell
Agasu
the
stories
their
mother
had
told
them
,
like
those
of
Elegba
,
the
trickiest
of
the
gods
,
who
was
Great
Mawu
’
s
eyes
and
ears
in
the
world
,
who
took
messages
to
Mawu
and
brought
back
Mawu
’
s
replies
.
In
the
evenings
,
to
while
away
the
monotony
of
the
voyage
,
the
sailors
would
make
the
slaves
sing
for
them
and
dance
the
dances
of
their
native
lands
.
Wututu
was
lucky
that
she
had
been
put
in
with
the
children
.
The
children
were
packed
in
tightly
and
ignored
;
the
women
were
not
always
so
fortunate
.
On
some
slave
ships
the
female
slaves
were
raped
repeatedly
and
continually
by
the
crew
,
simply
as
an
unspoken
perquisite
of
the
voyage
.
This
was
not
one
of
those
ships
,
which
is
not
to
say
that
there
were
no
rapes
.
A
hundred
men
,
women
and
children
died
on
that
voyage
and
were
dropped
over
the
side
;
and
some
of
the
captives
who
were
dropped
over
the
side
had
not
yet
died
,
but
the
green
chill
of
the
ocean
cooled
their
final
fever
and
they
went
down
flailing
,
choking
,
lost
.
Wututu
and
Agasu
were
traveling
on
a
Dutch
ship
,
but
they
did
not
know
this
,
and
it
might
as
easily
have
been
British
,
or
Portuguese
,
or
Spanish
,
or
French
.
The
black
crewmen
on
the
ship
,
their
skins
even
darker
than
Wututu
’
s
,
told
the
captives
where
to
go
,
what
to
do
,
when
to
dance
.
One
morning
Wututu
caught
one
of
the
black
guards
staring
at
her
.
When
she
was
eating
,
the
man
came
over
to
her
and
stared
down
at
her
,
without
saying
anything
.
