The underworld on this ship was a terrifying fate... a world made up of only sounds and smells in which he never saw a face. A rude hand grips his palm in a way that suggests that whispering is forbidden, and leads his steps through narrow corridors that radiate heat as if they were ovens. Steel corridors that make the eyes feel uniquely powerful...
Close to the stern of the ship, he entered a storeroom containing countless stacks... but the most important smell in it was spices... and the young man sweated and felt thirsty and a sudden sneeze came out of him, so the sailor automatically squeezed his shoulder and murmured with laughter... and walked past it among the goods until he saw his resting place paved with straw and scraps of paper. The eyes realized under the light of the small lamp that the sailor was carrying that people had slept with him before and that they must be fugitives.
The sailor, who did not give the young man a chance to speak, quickly said to him before he left: "Be still. I will bring you food... Then I will take you from time to time so that you can relieve yourself... (Then he murmured unconvincedly) Have a good sleep...
Soon, many things took hold of this young man: unlimited loneliness, heat, sweat, darkness, and the worst of all: fear.