Genre: Historical Fiction
Word count: 100
I wake up, face-down on a beach. I cannot believe I survived that shipwreck! Coming to my feet, I look around, noting I’m alone.
Freedom! No more slavery for me! I’m the master of my own destiny, finally.
As I explore the island I notice a very narrow passageway and shudder as I see the chain. I’ve the marks on my neck, wrists and ankles proving I know their purpose all too well.
A mess of hair and beard appears, his stench almost unbearable.
“Well now, looky here. Welcome to Tortola! We need someone to stack the rum! Follow me!”
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