Cheers, laughter, naked selfpics comments rose loud and long as the five vessels slipped smoothly through the oily water to their berths.
The beginning has too much pointless exposition and Telling, rather than Showing.
And when it's your turn you better do fantastic.
She doesn't hear, or even feel the chains anymore, though.
Each of these women was, of course, like all the other slaves, quite naked.
At her feet the male slave Myron resumed his fastening of golden boots.
Vast merriment was aroused by the repeated lowering of the derricks
Main Narrative Princess Venetia settled herself comfortably on the velvet-covered couch which had been set on the poop deck at the after end of her Flagship.