The Deep

Good story and well told, I think.

I love that there was a happy ending, even though it was so, so, so very painful to get there.
I love that her mother understood at last, and saved her. We need out mothers to understand and save us.
And I realized that we white people can never, ever understand the horror of slave trade. I mean... we like to point out that white people have been slaves, too, that whole peoples of white people have been seen as lesser beings... but not even these people were seen as... I don't even have words. Not as animals, but as some sort of caricatures of human beings, or... living dolls, or something. Similar enough to rape them, use them to alleviate loneliness, take advantage, but different enough to hate...
All these people just thrown overboard because... cargo shouldn't have demands. :´(
The axe forgets; the tree remembers.