Below is Part 15 of 18 monthly installments for Visitant.
Cora examined her filthy nails and sighed before returning to the broken lobster trap. How different things were from when she had first arrived in Innsmouth, speaking only Marshallese, Pijin English, and what she had thought at the time was an impressive amount of German. She had washed up on the beach, naked but for the stick chart demonstrating half her journey in her hand.
The wind shifted over the water and Cora felt suddenly afraid. Sitting beside the water had never been threatening back home, but this was a different ocean. She sat in a different place now; a world away from her waters and her island. Eleven years had done little to dull the pain of being abducted from her home.
Still, the islands…
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