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Certainly the girls in my kennel at Shipcamp had feared to be placed on the great ship, and it seemed the stockade slaves had similar trepidations. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 52, Sentence #64)

"Masters!" I called. I was not sure, fully, what was going on. It did seem that the ready banner was down, and the great ship might soon depart. Certainly the girls in my kennel at Shipcamp had feared to be placed on the great ship, and it seemed the stockade slaves had similar trepidations. It seemed reasonably clear to me, certainly highly probable, that slaves, both here and at Shipcamp, were to be embarked on the great ship. Were they not slaves, goods, to be sold or traded at the World's End, or the farther islands, whatever might be the destination of that mighty frame now poised for its journey downriver to Thassa? Why, I wondered, had they been hooded? Surely it was not necessary for purposes of security. They were back-braceleted and coffled. - (Smugglers of Gor)