Companion to Day Sixteen: Swordfighting


My back and wrists ached. The sword tutor asked, ‘Will this island have women then?’

‘I suppose.’

He cheered and toasted Sol – with my rum.


I’ve had precisely one swordfighting lesson, and I know enough to know it takes more than one lesson. And the wrist angles just feel wrong. Sorta like when your PE teacher teaches you how to hold a cricket bat properly.

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