An Excerpt from “The Cay”
He was extremely old yet seemed powerful.
Muscles rippled over the ebony of his arms
and around his shoulders. His chest was
thick and his neck was the size of a small tree
trunk. I looked at his hands and feet. The
skin was alligatored and cracked, tough from
age and walking barefoot on the hot decks of
schooners and freighters.
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