unencumbered by the gifts from the swarthy mate, she walks the deserted streets and looks for a certain book, one with pictures of ships and their structures, to see how they were built by her ancestors, the people of the sea. wood was their savior, its touch, its hewn beauty, its float on the dangerous swells from one land to another, carrying spices, riches, pilgrims, slaves. what commerce is worth it, she wonders, this greedy exchange of flesh and treasure?
unencumbered by the gifts from the swarthy mate, she walks the deserted streets and looks for a certain book, one with pictures of ships and their structures, to see how they were built by her ancestors, the people of the sea. wood was their savior, its touch, its hewn beauty, its float on the dangerous swells from one land to another, carrying spices, riches, pilgrims, slaves. what commerce is worth it, she wonders, this greedy exchange of flesh and treasure?
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