East Island Home
I was tangled in a piece of old gross netting on a galley ship that was docked on the east side of my island home. I rifled though my bag trying to find the sharp knife that I had only used once (to kill a frog) it was an awkward position I was in, my bag was on my back and hard to reach. I tried not to cry out for help, I could do this on my own. I tried to work quickly, so I wouldn't have to explain how I got into this predicament. I could complain to the person that had become my lover later. He would be present, and he would listen. He would touch my shoulder gently and shield my eyes from the sun's light that would stream though the windows.
I finally cut a piece of the netting, and I fell to the snow covered deck. I quickly dusted off the snow as if it were live ants and ran off the ship, not wanting to test my luck against the fleet coming ever closer to the shore.