Casket Girls
It was a warm day, like any other of the season. We were loading up the ship to go to the New World. Men were busy, scurrying around the deck preparing for departure with the tide. I noticed long rectangular boxes being loaded and stored below deck. They seemed longer than the typical cargo box. I continued the job I was assigned, preparing the ship to sail. The captain made a point to speak to every member of the crew, informing them not to go into the storage below deck, orders of the king himself. The crew exchanged glances and then shrugged. Whatever we were shipping was none of our concern and nothing would be worth the trouble of being caught disobeying orders.