Across the Unclaimed LandsChapter 5
I may have been cozened, or I may have made the best exchange of my young life. I decided to make the best of it when I drifted into a savage encampment in a morning fog, before I was aware. I sculled to the shore, and taking up my tin of nails, leaving all my other worldly possessions behind, I strode to a fire before the largest skin hut, and seated myself. The inhabitants looked askance at me in curiosity, but offered me no molestations, unless you count the small naked urchins who tumbled...