Occam stood looking at the landscape of the Freshwater Plantation. It was beautiful. Martin sure had a great place. Martin had his home. He knew where he was going to go, and the men planned to go back to Pembroke, ands repair it. It seemed to Occam that only his future remained uncertain. Where would he go? What would he do? He continued to stare out at the beautiful landscape of Fresh Water. He suddenly heard a twig snap behind him and he turned acutely to see who was behind him, only to come face to face with Dan Scott. "Hello Occam," Dan said. He walked up next to him and looked out a landscape. "Colonel Martin has a nice place here, doesn't he?" He observed.
"Yes, he does," Occam replied.
"Are you alright? You seem lost," Dan Scott looked at Occam to try to figure out what was troubling him.
"I'm not sure," Occam answered.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know where to go from here," Occam replied, not removing his gaze from the beautiful landscape of Fresh Water.
"Well, where do you want to go, Occam?" Dan relied, looking over at him. "You're a free man, now. You can do whatever you want."
"I don't know what's out there. I've been a slave all my life. Until I was signed over to the militia, I had never been anywhere."
"You know, some of the men are going to try to repair Pembroke," Dan Started
"I know."
"Well, you're always welcome to come with us if you want," Dan suggested
"For how long?"
"As long as you'd like. You can stay until you decide what you want to do, until something better comes a long, or as a permanent resident. It's up to you."
Occam smiled and nodded.
"Sounds good," He said.
"You'll always have a place among us, Occam. Now let's get back up to the house, Martin just opened up a bottle of some fine Irish Whiskey," Dan Scott smiled and went turned to go back up to the house. Occam walked beside him