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Prologue:
I am Tamil Nann. My parents came in the Great Migration, when people flocked to the Western Shore to live in peace and to get away from the overcrowding of the Southern shore. Since the Western Shore was now becoming crowded as well, life there was also getting hard. We had to do the toughest jobs to get food. I, being 17, have been apprenticing for 3 years in sciences just to receive a small amount of food.

So, when the elders decided that a new part must be explored, I was overjoyed. I could start a new life on the new soils. I could even be a leader of this tribe. The Great Elder was looking for ten people to get into boats. They had to be strong, determined, and honest. I immediately begged for him to let me go. He finally conceded and I was off in the second boat with four others. There was Molo, a great builder with his wife, Chimba; my friend Waiata; and, another skilled man named Pilipili. We left the next day.

I thought all of this. Now, as I am being tossed in the surf, I don't think it was a very smart idea for me, a young boy, to go along.

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