Now that we are home, we can tell the tale. Memory is hazy. It could have been a slave ship. Felt like it.
Any food we got, we had to find it first. We ate strange animals...
In the evenings they forced us all into a room, lit some fires and made us eat
strange things. They wanted us to drink colored brew. We refused, they got angry and gave us a little water. People were afraid, they talked in whispers..
They would count us all to make sure none had escaped...
They kept us apart, so we couldn't get to know people. They put us far away in a corner, high up. Every so often they would come to check on us. Bring us food. They wanted to fatten us for sacrifice to their gods.
We were different, the gods would be pleased. We prayed for deliverance..