Chapter 1 The Runaway Slave

I walk, the sand in my toes, the wind in my face and the overwhelming sound of seagulls around my head. I ponder through my thoughts, thinking, regretting and remembering my journey. The life I had before this surely was not desireable, but nor was it better then this. I had been a slave for the last 13 years of my life. They put me to work as soon as I could walk, and now, I am running away. Leaving behind my old life in search of a new one. One could call me selfish for leaving my brothers and sisters behind on the farm, and i couldnt say i dissagree. I always have regrets.

I sit down on the cold sand, and flicking my fingers in the cold seawater. I look at my reflection, remind myself I made the right decision and look away in disguist. Suddenly the scene changed, the fresh smell of salty ocean air turned to a deep, harsh smell of smoke and ashes. I stand up and look into the horizon. About only 10 anchers back a boat is drifting, but to my dismay it isnt drifting, it was speeding, speeding towards me. It was the SL boat. The slave boat. They set out to find people like me, ship them to factories or rarely give them back to their previous owners. Their light brutily shines in my face with a temporary blinding effect. I step back,turn, and trip. A net, a big net around my foot. Theyve got me, and what will they do with me?