Chapter 15Aboard the trawler Ramzan lay stretched out on the bench in the Captain's cabin. He had spent the past half hour in this manner, nauseous and with head spinning, staring blankly at the ceiling. As the boat had carved its way steadily southward the wind picked-up and the swells had grown to six-feet. Consequently, the motion had become unbearable.
Curse this ocean, Ramzan thought. It is as wicked as its western governments. The governments that way lay my land and my people. He had plenty of time to think about it, lying there seasick on his back. But the sickness brought on by the sea did not compare to the sickening feeling he felt recalling the brutal acts of the West. In his mind, he saw the perambulating corpses, the ghastly death's heads of men and women. He saw a home whic
