I have traveled in this manner before, hopped aboard ships for otherwise unattainable destinations. Being buried beneath thousands of tons of metal is the only safe place for me to be on a long journey. When the sun rises, an airplane or train becomes a deathtrap. So, I have traveled like this. Numerous times, on more than one continent. Nothing has changed. Every ship hull is full of desperate women just as this one. Hundreds of years of progress, and women still offer their bodies as sacrifices to escape nameless pain.
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