Came across a vessel off the coast of Africa suspected of piracy. Our bridge hailed the vessel, and they allowed us to come aboard (rare for pirates, so we started believing they were not committing piracy).
Boarded the vessel and the "crew" were welcoming and polite, offering water and snacks. The translator stated that they seemed "overly excited". This gave our team leader suspicion to believe they might be hiding something (which, in those waters, usually means drugs or weaponry).
Americans were with us, so they detained the crew members on the foc'sle, as we (Canadians) did a sweep of the ship. We found no drugs, no weapons, no bombs, no bomb making materials.... but we did find a hold that was locked with a pad lock. Team leader zipped it off, opened it up, and the sight was one of pure terror and fear, a sight that makes you believe in Hell and Pure Evil.
Half a dozen women ranging from 10 years to mid 20's. Being transported for slavery and prostitution to a European country.
We all started helping them out, and when I extended my hand the frightened woman in her late teens grabbed it and I said, "Hello, my name is Rob. Don't worry. You're safe now". Of course, she couldn't understand what I was saying, but a look came over her face like she knew exactly what I meant.
We took them back to our ship, provided O2 and Water, and after the PA saw them, we figured out a meal schedule for them.
But, those words; "Don't worry. You're safe now" are the best words I have ever muttered to a PT ever. That was the single greatest moment of my Naval career.
Rob