The Laughing Clown in Pirate

On the first night after escaping from the Holy Land, no one slept.

The captured slave ships were hastily modified and set sail, so no beds or other things were added to the slave cabins. The escaped free people had no choice but to sit down or lie on their backs as exhausted as they were when they were transported by their slave owners.

Lying on the ground, the only difference is that their hands and feet are not shackled.

This slave ship was only designed to transport nearly 2,000 slaves, so after squeezing in nearly 3,000 more people, their environment was even worse than the original slaves.

The cabin was filled with blood, urine, sweat odor, foot odor, and the unique smell of vomit. Yes, after a long life of slavery, many people who were not suitable for the sea environment became seasick and vomited.

The sound of vomiting came and went in the cabin, often vomiting here and there, and then many people who were not seasick were affected by the smell and sound and joined the ranks of vomiting. Fortunately, the slave ship had a fixed vomit bucket, so

There was no vomit flowing across the cabin. In addition, there were groans from the wounded, not the seriously injured. The seriously injured were either in the ship's hospital or in the crew room or on the deck. They needed fresh air more.

And their painful moans or breathless wails are even more unbearable.

Tezzolo felt that the position he was sitting in was terrible. Next to him was a fat lady over three meters tall holding a girl, and in front of him was a slightly injured person who was vomiting.

One of his fingers was broken, and there was a scabbed stab wound on his neck. He also smelled urine on his body, as if he had peed his pants.

"Vomit~" The thick gastric juice flowed out from his open mouth and fell into the sour bucket. Then, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he fell down next to Tezzolo, wiping the vomit on his face.

His slippery hands even rested on Tezzolo's legs.

"you!"

"What are you! Do you want to fight with Uncle Joffrey? I killed three men from the city guard!"

"It's just three, I've killed countless people!" Tezzolo really wanted to talk back to this annoying man in front of him, but when he thought of the warriors who counterattacked CP0 at the port, he was speechless. He felt ashamed...

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"They're dead, they're all dead, and I've lost the little girl! I'll find the whole deck, the whole cabin!" The man next to him suddenly said to Tezolo as if he had collapsed.

Yes, he has no one to complain to.

"Have a cigarette, it might make you feel better!" Tezzolo lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and handed it to the man in front of him. He took a shaky puff, then buried his head in his arms, trembling.

Tezzoro smoked silently, listening to the footsteps on the deck above, faint moans, and loud screams... and of course the never-ending sound of the waves.

"Anesthetics, damn, are there any more anesthetics!" The Longhand doctor on the deck shouted loudly in the sea breeze, but no one answered. The anesthetics had been used up half an hour ago.

The doctor also reacted after he finished shouting. He was just stunned by the screams in front of him!

"Give him more poppy milk!" he shouted to the fishman sailor who was acting as a temporary caregiver. The fishman fixed the injured man's head with five times the strength of a human being, and almost used all his strength to open his painfully clenched jaw and cut it open.

Pour in the poppy milk.

This is an amputation operation. The doctor has to use a saw to cut off the right leg of the man in front of him that was severely burned by the fire and soaked in sea water, and then pulls the skin and sews it up.

Without anesthetics, this is torture.

Despite this, the screaming man was still lucky that there were only three doctors on the ship. More wounded were only treated hastily and thrown onto the deck.

"Ah!!! I won't do it! I won't do it!" A female doctor cried in collapse. Just now, a big wave caused her surgical clip to be inserted into the patient's aorta, and thick blood flowed from the burst

The blood shot into her face.

"Calm down! Calm down!" The strong doctor on the side just finished the operation. He stood up and gave her a slap in the face.

"I'm counting down to ten, take a deep breath! 10.9...1!"

"Have you calmed down?"

Although she was still trembling, the female doctor nodded wildly.

"Then next one!"

When the female doctor walked to the next patient, the strong doctor handed the twitching injured person to the sailor.

"End his suffering!"

"Huh?" the sailor was stunned.

"Use your damn gun to end his suffering!"

The sailor dragged the bleeding man to the side of the ship.

A flash of fire lit up in the dark and deep night, and the sound of heavy objects falling into the water was added to the recurring sound of waves.

"Does it look like we have entered a slaughterhouse?" Looking at everything in front of him, the skinny man with a broken right arm took a sip of poppy milk.

"Yes, they are really tough doctors!" The man next to him raised his bowl, touched it with the skinny man's bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

The sea breeze blew coldly across the deck, drowning out the screams together with the waves.

The night was very deep, and the sun for the next day was far away under the deep sea.