The sugarcane fields help Tino forget about the ship hulls, but then he is reminded of the blisters that line his feet. Tobacco feels like a necessary coping mechanism. He keeps a garden with the other fieldhands he lives with, growing okra and yams from the seeds they managed to carry over. He knows that without their garden, they wouldn’t last much longer out in the fields. He is planning to run away into the mountains with Gabrielle to find the secret maroon communities rumored to have formed a fellowship with the remaining Taino people of Saint-Domingue. His faith in revolution is palpable; it seems the only choice, other than death. He often talks to Legba, the spirit of the crossroads, and someone he remembers from the homeland; others seem to know Legba, too.