Leaving

John Franklin pushed the heavy blanket aside as he stooped to enter the slave-house. When Nodoroc’s cloud had darkened, the chief had posted extra guards since Wallace’s intention to escape was now well known.

Wallace was sitting next to the Sidmouth, making sure the young boy ate. “What did the chief say?” Wallace asked.

“He’s going to take us to Nodoroc to appease the Wog,” John said.

“Didn’t Torquay’s death do that?” Wallace asked.

“Apparently not,” John replied. He looked around the hut at their meager belongings and made a decision.

“Wallace,” he said. “Tonight you’ll help us all escape.”