Aurelie wants another task

Aurelie's eyes moved from the pail, to the slaves and to the whipmaster in rapid succession. Her mouth was gaping, her eyes wide open in shock. She was drenched in sweat and her shirt had begun to stick to her skin. Finally, she turned to the whipmaster with a sorry expression on her face.

"I am sorry, Sir, but I don't think I am ready for such a task. It's so… realistic, so… terrible. And that... smell! Could you please open the door, I would like to ask the quartermaster for another, easier task. Besides, I know a lot about sailing a ship. There are certainly tasks were my skills would be more useful."