Tales From a Revolution: West-Florida

When the Spanish call upon him to help in the contest for American independence, Gabriel rises to his duty. Nature’s ferocious interference throws him into the midst of a smaller battle, though, and it will cost him his heart.
As he sank beneath the waves, Gabriel found himself becoming very calm. The water was warm, and it was quiet down here--quiet, at least, in comparison to the chaos that reigned above.
READ MOREThe whistling of the wind in the rigging, the desperate shouts of men struggling to make themselves heard over the storm, the crash of water against the sides of the ship, all were silenced. Gone, too, were the cracks and thuds of falling spars, the hoarse cries of surprise wrenched from the throats of men as they were swept from the decks, and the deep, muffled booms of thunder.
It was not an unbroken peace, however. Gabriel was aware of pain, both in the leg that had caught awkwardly on the railing as he went overboard, and growing in his lungs, as his breath ran out.
Calm was replaced with a growing sense of concern, even panic, and he would ever after this day remember the moment when he realized that he had a choice, a decision to make. Decades hence, he would relate to his grandchildren the moment when he realized that he had decided to live, although he'd never be able to clearly explain what had driven him to the decision.
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