Enslaved Chapter 1
Chapter OneQuentin Osman sat under the striped awning set up on the aft quarter deck. It was cool and pleasant there though he realised the heat was rising even if the time was only a little past eleven in the morning. Dressed in a cheek sport shirt, lightweight blue trousers and sneakers, he liftet the tall glass of Bourbon at his side and sipped. It was just to his liking. Long, pale and ice cold. Quentin felt very pleased with life at the moment... and sensed that, soon, he was going to be...