Smoking Out The Rats
Micheal looked at the hole for a bit and smirked before finally leaving with his men.
Of course, he kept 4 people in the room to keep an eye on things before he left.
He walked down the stairs and stepped onto the last floor below deck.
The entire floor had no rooms and looked very similar to that of a church instead.
There were several backless-benches on each side of the wall.
And between them was a massive space for people to move to and fro the floor.
Additionally, right at the forefront of the floor... there was another massive space there that was supposed to be used by these Teriquen warriors to control or lead the slaves in the right paddling direction.
One could look at it like a music conductor that had to make sure that everyone followed the right note, tune and flow of the musical performance.
The slaves who had their legs chained to the bottom of these benches, all had dirty dusty faces.