The Black Mariah

After jumping into the sea, it seemed like hours, I was treading water, my arms and legs ached from fatigue. I was getting to the point of just giving up and letting myself sink, when someone grabbed my hair and left arm and started to pull me into the long boat. I learned later it was the Indian who fished me out. There have been many times since that I’ve cursed him for doing so, since the food and water are gone. But, the thing is, I can’t blame him for my lack of courage, just because I can’t kill myself.