Chapter 7I wiggled a fly off my nose. The morning sky blushed above the Mainlander’s camp. After a sleepless night, I dozed a little when something landed on my cheek. It might have been another fly, a bee, mosquito, hornet, or spider. I couldn’t see it any sooner than my face. Tied to this tree, I didn’t know what stung me.
The ointment that protected my skin from bugs and sunburn had worn off. The supply remained on my raft, wherever it had floated, along with all my earthly possessions, the few adornments, a sharp-edged stone, my spears, and nets.
The fresh fruit snack I’d saved for later on, I never had a chance to eat. That loss didn’t bother me so much as the other things. Though I’d eaten nothing for over a day now, except a few dates, I lost my appetite.
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