I am on an island with several others living in a rustic community
that we’ve built. We’ve been placed there by the British army (Redcoats) who are
on the mainland. There are only 2 women on the island - we are outnumbered by
several men. We feel safe among them but somewhat invisible. It’s
unclear why any of us are on the island but it is clear that we have to earn
our way to the mainland. The latest challenge is an ice fishing contest. The
one who catches the biggest fish is the winner, and the winner gets to move
ashore. Anyone who wants to can compete. As women we are allowed to participate
but only after we cajole the others into letting us do so. The eventual reaction
is that since we are ‘only women’ we have no chance at winning anyhow so what’s
the harm in letting us ice fish. Meanwhile, I and the other female hatch a
plan. We go to the fish market on the island, buy the biggest fish available,
wrap them in newspaper, and shove them under our skirts. Our plan is to ‘catch’
them when no one is looking so we can be declared the winner. We have to get to
the mainland to speak to the ‘Crown’ about an idea we have. We don’t want to
share it with any of the other islanders since we fear they will claim the idea
as their own.
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