A few hours later, they were standing on the top floor of the old fort in St. Augustine, looking out over Matanzas Bay. They had read numerous placards and brochures and were still a little in awe.
“Castillo de San Marcos,” David said. “I forgot that was its name.”
“It’s the oldest city in America,” Jared added.
“And it tells so many different stories,” David said. “Most of them horrible. Native Americans murdered. Slavery. The British laying siege to the fort. I forgot how depressing this city can be. Do you know how many people have died here?”
Suddenly, David felt Jared’s arms behind him. “Do you know how many people have lived here too?” Jared asked. “This city also tells the story of survivors. Don’t forget their stories. Those people who made it across oceans, who escaped slavery
