The Whipmaster already has a plan.

Stunned by the pain in his foot the Whipmaster slowly rose back to standing. His two assistants rushed forward but he spread his arms to the sides telling them to stop. Their whips were at the ready to strike this defiant redhead down.

"Hold." He ordered before turning to Aurélie. "Slaves!" He then shouted loudly "This wench has stolen my whip. I know some of you are helpless chained to your seats but those of you on the isle can stand and reach her. Retrieve my whip and restrain her until my Assistants can secure her and she will be placed at the front of the galley as our Whipping ****. There will be no more whipping today of anyone but her if you can secure her." He said.

Aurélie watched as two shackled hands shot out at her from the left. She managed to dodge them before two more came from her right. The slaves themselves were trying to grab her. She had little time to react before she would be captured, strung up and whipped for every **** mistake the galley slaves could make.