Middle Passage....egassaP elddiM

Im standing here, on the poop deck, watching Rutherford cower behind the mast whilst Meadows beats the dogs, clad in Rutherford's clothing. Comeon man.... do something.... dont just watch that happen. But he doesnt, and as the reader, i might as well be a silent pacified bystander, it troubles me to see this. Only hours from now, Rutherford will cover himself with rotting flesh from throwing a dead Allmuseri overboard, but he does not know it. Only hours from now, Rutherford will become Nduga, but he does not know that either. If he did know of what was to come, would he change his plan now, i dont know. And not knowing, this also troubles me. This trend continues though, each page i read i feel that the last might have been written differently had they also seen this dramatic irony. For this, i curse this book, for this, i cannot drop it. I am now a part of this novel, if i were to stop reading i would be forever lost in the same still waters that keeps the crew of the Republic from their homes. I, as much as Cringle and Rutherford, as much as the Allmuseri, would love to finish this adventure.