Tales From a Revolution - East-Florida
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In the aftermath of a war that has already cost him his family and his home, Amias is eking out a living on the fringes of the remaining British holdings in East-Florida. When he rescues Sarah from the flotsam of a shipwreck that claimed her kin and her future, he is drawn into a high-stakes deception to secure a resettlement land grant. Building a home while facing the prehistoric monsters that haunt the swamps, Amias must find a way to make their fiction a reality.
Another dark mass, partially obscured by seaweed, lay higher on the sand, and Amias approached it with trepidation. As he neared it, he suddenly stopped, horror clutching his chest. Sticking clearly out of the pile was a bare, small human foot.
He suddenly understood why some of the men at the quay said that they had no interest in treasure hunting. It was one thing to poke through the property of a man who was probably drowned in the ocean, but it was quite another to find him or his son as a corpse.
Still, his curiosity got the better of him after a moment, and he approached. As he got closer, he realized the figure sprawled face-down on the sand was not wearing breeches or a shirt, but rather, a shift and skirts. The body on the beach was that of a woman.
READ MOREHe stood dumbfounded at the discovery, trying to order his thoughts enough to figure out what he ought to do. Tell the sheriff, or the magistrate, he supposed, but he had never had any contact with either. Whoever she was, she deserved at least a decent burial.
He could not bear to look any more closely, and had turned away to head back to town when he heard a low groan from behind him. His blood ran cold in his gut, and it took every ounce of his courage to turn back around and look.
The woman was moving, struggling to turn herself over. She was alive.
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