The Chevin cargo ship seemed to have landed near the camp overnight, hidden away in the small, desolate valley. The Chevin had set up camp in a valley surrounded by dusty hills and mountains the previous day so that they could keep the business they conducted shrouded in secrecy. Slavery was at...
I was oblivious to it all.
The only thing I haven't been oblivious to for the past thirtyfour years of my life was how many times more the whip would crack at my back, how the commanding voice of it's wielder lead towards each strike, and seeing my small circle of friends in hardship growing...