wooden floorboards. He crossed the room, finding a chair and slumping into it.
Getting into Nassau was the easy part. Now, the real task was beginning.*
*Nassau.
/Bienvenido al infierno/, Ham thought glumly, as his small skiff pulled up to the mooring post. A place where the dreams are crushed, and good honest people are swept away like ash, and only the undeserving and the abhorrent succeed. He had avoided returning home for-
in shadow. He shuffled towards the sprawling town.
Turning down the familiar streets, Ham found his destination deserted, as he had anticipated. Pushing the old wooden door gently, he stepped inside, taking care not to step on the rusty brown blood-stain still decorating the -
secrets that these brave men and women held, forever lost with their bodies, and the hope of their loved ones.
Today was not a day for celebrations, but a day to mourn.*
at a tendril of dried blood from a wound to his face. These people had come to this place, dreaming of home, following what they believed was right. They had been transformed into nothing more than meat.
The beach will survive a long time after they are cast out to sea, the -