The Slaves Dilemna

You know something always bugged me about my bit of enslavement in the lands of the east (other than the whole enslavement thing).  For one, how did they know I would be on that beach? Did they just often swing in there and check to see if washed up sailors were on the beach so they could enslave them? Who does that? Should I start doing that? Is there some kind of hidden slave market for washed up sailors? These are the questions that plague me at night (well that and what does the color blue look like to blind people).

Anyway color observations aside, the group who enslaved me were from a small compound near the beach.  It was a walled in location of two shacks and a larger house unit (similar to what my aunt way back in the day ran for her hunters).  The shacks were where the slaves stayed (slaves as in plural though I was the only former "sailor" in their company), the main house was where the armed men stayed (yes all men, and aside from myself all the other slaves were women). I was used for the hard labor in the compound, that being tilling soil and other menial tasks to keep their crappy barely enough food to eat farm going.

One of the longer living slaves informed me that this compound sprung up in the wake of the great evils take over (better to be a slave to a group of armed men than to suffer whatever malady was with this powerful evil).  They were such a small group and didn't venture far from their own little land to draw the notice of the as of yet not really spoken of evil (no one in the camp gave it a name or even explained what it was, which made me wonder how such an evil had taken over an entire continent that both The Red Hand and Ronerawth had interests in and no one cared!)

The men for their part treated the slaves fairly and reasonably, just kidding they treated them as awfully as a group of jerks who are given free reign of their own little kingdom tend to do.  The women were brought to the main complex at night and returned every morning a bit more worse the wear.  My own experience was at least a bit better, aside from bad language and threats of violence I was left to simply be their pack animal (demeaning but not the worst slavery I've experienced, yes its sad I have a scale).

And so my life went, I tilled fields and watched a group of armed men be a bunch of dicks to a group of women who felt they couldn't strike back.  Again I went to sleep every night wondering "Is magic really worth this amount of stupidity?" The answer of course is yes, but I really felt that I made a stupid move and I should have just stayed home (also known as every night I go to sleep ever).