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"I was conscious and I helped her" Jim spoke up from beside me

I shook my head wryly, "I hate when you do that!" I said in response to hiht out of

"How are you feeling?" I asked

"Better When do we go back to free the slaves?" He asked soed, "That kind of depends on her people"

Both of us watched curiously as Keturah began to make way, only she wasn't She expertly let the sale furroard and secured it with solanced at each other blankly We weren't going anywhere without the sail up!

Granted we hadn't been going er a slightly Jiirl's s Where did the wood for this boat co woman like her out here alone?

Was she to be trusted?

So deep inside of out canoes that lay beneath the netted platform ere on, when she suddenly bent down at the waist to pick up what looked like a leather plaited rope My eyes quickly darted away frolanced in Jim's direction and his eyes were full of unexpressed , but I reached out and touched his arm, "Not you too old friend Please!"

The mirth in his eyes went away and he nodded to indicate that he understood the torment that I was under Maybe he did I knew very little about Jim's past before he'd come to work for me

Both of our attentions were pulled back to Keturah as she spiraled around in an arching curve and let go of the leather plaited rope, which sailed out through the air to land with a splash in the water in the distance

I blinked appreciably at the distance of the splash down of the rope and idly wondered if I could've thrown it so far myself That had been quite the toss, but for what purpose had it been done?

I tried to get past irl of the sea for a moment in order to better understand her This was most definitely her boat as her fa use of it