Chapter 11
The following morning, he was awoken by a cacophony of bird calls. He sat up and spat a piece of dried frond from his mouth. He’d slept reasonably well, although he was aware of a few aches and pains that had materialised during the night. For a few minutes he sat beneath the ferns considering his options, of which there were few. He was still a convict and his disappearance the previous night could be reported, which would mean an end to his Certificate of Freedom. Had it not been for the prospect of seeing Peter again, he wouldn’t have otherwise cared.
His stomach rumbled and he realised he hadn’t had any dinner. He stood up and urinated into the ferns before beginning the long trek back to the property. By the clear light of day, and racked by hunger, the return journey see
