They climbed onto the dirty deck of Sintara, an average sized galleon with three towering masts in the middle and two in the front and back, fourth in line to leave the port. Still about half hour left before its departure. All around them scrawny men huddled with ropes and sails and cages that they were carrying downstairs. The other men, big and muscular ones with whips and swords, guarded the wooden deck, looking about with their harsh eyes so that the skinny ones in chains didn't skip their tasks.