Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #18 September 2015 | Page 21

here for a reason. This is a place of refuge.”

The woman stood firmly, only a few feet away
from Bana. “Your manner of dress looks a bit old
fashioned. Almost two or three centuries old. I am
Christine Demont. What business have you here? Are
you a slave trader?”

Bana looked cautiously at the standing corpses. They had become so passive and relaxed with the
arrival of their human mistress.
“I am Bana,” the Taino woman finally remarked.

“No!” Bana shouted in her own Islander variation of English. Though she would have preferred
to speak in Spanish, her pirate comrades had taught
her enough of the English tongue to make her new
acquaintance somewhat comfortable. “I used to be a
slave myself. For the Spanish.”

To be continued

“I see. Then the heavens must have guided you

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