I’ve not seen anything this beautiful in my life. My baby will be born in paradise. I expect to see leprechauns or elves or faeries peeking from behind those magnificent trees. Me and two other girls put our heads back and take in the sky. It’s bluer than I’ve ever seen. Bluer than the sky over the ocean on our journey. There are no clouds. The air is fresh, and tastes like the quince jam the cook used to let us have in the master’s kitchen. I never thought air could have a taste, but this air does.
The men in the New South Wales Corp on this island don’t push us, they wait while we walk behind, taking in the beauty. We’re put in cabins. Not cells. There’s four of us to a cabin. It’s hot, but not suffocating like Sydney. There’s a breeze coming through the windows. We each have our own be
