The leaden water matched her eyes, the journey had been particularly bad. The water and food had been no better, but few could eat as the storms had tossed the small ship like an apple in an apple bobbing tub. Emelia wondered what lay ahead for her, was it bright like the sky or dark like the ocean. The Barbary privateers had plucked her from the St George as it was sinking. Now as she stood on the stone plinth it seemed that her life belonged to the Ottoman Empire. Well damn that, Irish girls did not give their favours for free.
Many ships at sea as well as coastal villages in Ireland were targets for barbary slavers. Rescue was unlikely and hope must have been very rare. When I saw the picture containing Ellis Island my thoughts turned to the peril of ocean travel.