CAPE COAST CASTLE JUNE 1873
“So this is Cape Coast Castle,” Mary said. “I think I preferred Elmina.” She looked in distaste at the castle that rose from the shore, with the lines of high surf marking the beach. A ridge of reddish-brown clay stretched in both directions, with scrubby plants fighting for space under a weeping grey sky. In the centre of the ridge, crushed into a gorge, was the settlement of Cape Coast Castle. Three hills thrust up, each surmounted by a square-built fort, while the most significant feature was the castle itself, with the union flag hanging limp from its staff.
“Do the British deliberately choose situations with the most awkward places to land?”
“Of course,” Jack said. “That"s how we test British pluck, don"t ye know?”
“No, Jack, that"s how we test British
