Life at sea was Hell on Earth. Though we were free, we were still starving and smelling and dieing left and right. Provisions were dwindling, but we pushed on, daring not too return to the king’s land of oppression and strife. We left to be free of his controlling grasp, but were floating hungry, pushed by the gentle wind and our yearning for land.

Some of us hid below the deck, running from the sun’s rays like a fiery plague. From beneath the wood we could heat the stamped of stomping feet as bells began to chime from the crow’s nest high above the ship. Land! Land was in sight and we were approaching. Everyone, no matter how emaciated ant exhausted, shouted for joy.

As we came  to a halt in the sandy shores we knew we had made it. We were free from the cast system, free from the king, free from starvation, and free to practice our own religion.