Gertrude was mad, mad a these people for selling other people. Her parents taught her, when they were all alive, that other humans had their own life and deserved to do whatever they liked. She was only five when she died and not long after her mom killed herself and her dad dissapeared, but more than one hundred years later she still respected what they said.
Today she wandered the docks and looked at all the slaves up for sale. They probably don't want to be here, she thought saddened. Although she was over 130 years old she still talked and thought and acted like a mature five year old. The slaves here were all kinds of people, male, female, humans and other kinds of races she had never seen before. There was even a tall blue man that looked really angry.
Gertrude wasn't materialized at the moment, so no one could see her. She was afraid of Spiritists taking her to be like these slaves. Plus she didn't want to frighten anyone, she had learned that some people got scared when they saw a dead person, so she didn't show herself.
While she was floating around she was thinking about helping some slaves. But she didn't know how. She passed a sad girl with white skin and white hair, she looked terribly sick. Gertrude hoped she was okay. She kept going, knowing she couldn't help the girl.
But what can I do to help! she thought, that's all I want to do, these people don't deserve this, like that angry blue man or sick white girl.