Chapter 76

But this was different. Jamesdavis and Tobydallum kept him hostage in this room. Chained to the wall, his wounds grew deeper and darker every day. The scant helpings of fish, old and covered in salt, did little to maintain his energy, let alone fuel extra strength to heal. Dry, scaly, and flaky, his skin desperately needed grooming. The white people barely gave him enough water to drink let alone bathe.

Sommar’s song surged in his head. Sartin closed his eyes and reveled in the peace and comfort it provided, even in his dire situation. Sartin resolved to escape his imprisonment.

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The next morning Sartin woke, an acrid odor filling his room. His wrists ached more than the day before.He lifted them up so he could see them. The cuffs dug into his skin, the metal resting in a trough of green, black, and dark red tissue. The wounds turned the edges of his dark brown skin black and green as well. He needed the seawater to cleanse the gashes and the ferns to help them heal.