For those in chains or cages:
You've never known the sea quite like this. You hear the waves battering against the walls of the ship. Everything is wet and the iron holding you is cold. You can't see when the next wave picks you up and tosses you, turning your stomach. You see a human male a couple of rows in front of you lose grip on the oar.
Xugug's cruel face appears in the space above the hold. “Everyone must row! Row you worthless excuse for a rat or I will throw you to the sharks!” His whip snaps out across the air just as lightning illuminates his grinning face. The human crumples under the whipping and falls slumped over. A human girl sitting next to him screams and tries to pull the unconscious slave back up. Xugug yells at them to get up and row. Nobody else dares to stop rowing to help in fear of what might happen. Xugug jumps down into the hold, snarls, pushes the girl out of the way and picks up the unconscious slave.
Grinning savagely he looks around making eye contact with you. With his other hand he pulls out a dagger and slowly slits the slaves' throat. Blood sprays everywhere as Xugug lets go of the body. “A reminder to you all.” He climbs out of the hold. You glance down and see that the water at your feet has turned red. The girl is sobbing and clinging to the lifeless body.
Later, another Orc climbs down into the hold. You don't know her name but she looks different then Xugug. Maybe it's the color of her skin, or maybe it's her eyes. You can see her eyes are definitely different than Xugug's. While both are red, they lack the cruelty that's very evident in Xugug's. You can't quite hear what she's saying as she talks softly with the girl. The slave flinches at first but finds her seat and slowly picks up the oar. The Orc takes the body and carries it up, out of the hold. You hear a faint splash. At least he no longer needs to struggle.
Cold. You can hardly remember what it is like to have feeling in your toes and fingers. You’ve been at sea for months under the cruel whip of Xugug and his vicious crew. You remind yourself that you are alone in universe. Fellow slaves who you have sat beside have slowly died around you. Some from the whip, some from the cold. Hope doesn’t exist for you. There have been times when the ship has neared land and you could see it between the cracks in the ship boards, but you were not allowed off. Stale food is thrown down and the others scrabble for it, fighting like wild dogs. The months have blurred together.
Bump. A feeling that you haven’t felt in… You peer through a small crack and see that you have landed on a beach. You are confused. Maybe you have died during the night and this some place… after? Moments later you hear Xugug bellow, “All right you scum! Winter is coming and I need grog! I’mma going to sell you to whoever is willing to buy ya worthless lot!”
You fall on your face as your feet hit the sand. The sunlight reflecting off of it is blinding. What misery is next for you?