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Chapters (40)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Book
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Part One
  6. Omens
  7. Plantation
  8. The Shadow
  9. The Long Road Home
  10. A Day of Rest
  11. Visitors
  12. The Reverend
  13. New Skills
  14. World of Plenty
  15. World of Loss
  16. Trial
  17. All Is Silent
  18. A New Plantation
  19. Part Two
  20. No More Hiding
  21. Fighting Words
  22. The Plan
  23. Captured
  24. Part Three
  25. New Worlds
  26. The Voyage
  27. Full Circle
  28. The Barracks
  29. Mapping the Bore
  30. Taking Flight
  31. Wanted
  32. Brisbane Waters
  33. Another Sentence
  34. Kind Master
  35. Last Night
  36. My Place
  37. Acknowledgements
  38. Author Note
  39. About the Author
  40. Sign up to Read More and discover new favourites

It seem like some good come out of being Massa son. Don’t have to bow down before Winston. Is still Busha Davis telling me what to do. I have to report to him every morning. Go wait outside him office till him ready to come out. Then him send me off to do whatever need doing. Work in Massa provision ground, weed, dig, plant, sprinkle lime round the fruit-bearing trees. Take away garbage and burn it. Sweep the long carriage drive, collect up the brown coconut leaf them that fall after a big storm. Ride the mule to fetch water from the river in the water barrels, sometimes a little bit of carpentry like what old cripple Jonnie used to do. Fix, paint, mend whatever need doing.

The only job I favour is when him send me off to watch the plantain walk, the provision ground Massa keep special for himself. Everybody surprised when I get the job, is plenty special. Massa must be tell Busha Davis to let me do it. Old one-arm Cato, him used to guard the plantain walk, but one night him ran away, nobody can find him. Maybe him flee up to where Maroon town is, hiding in some ravine. Mind you, Massa don’t put much effort into finding him. Call off the slave hunters. Cato not worth much anymore. Going be dead soon, anyway. Always sick.

The plantain walk is bout a mile away from the Great House, a quiet place of freedom, far away from all the coming and going and gossip that circle round and round the plantation. To get there is a nice cool walk down a path covered in shady, big-leafed trees, come round a bend and you going see it. Have a little wattle hut beside it, a place to sleep and cook beside. Must be hold bout twenty trees and Massa plant it out so the fruit don’t ripen all at the same time. In between the plantain trees, him plant cocoa, use the plantain trees to give them shade. Is up to me to tend, water them plants, make sure nobody steal nothing. Nobody but me, that is. Not all the time, mind you, but when the dry season is plenty dry and nothing much growing in our provision ground and bellies bloated from hunger.