The Price of Heritage

The yacht gleamed under the Caribbean sun, its boardroom filled with Saint Lucia’s

cabinet ministers. The Prime Minister stood at the head of the table, voice steady,

promising a future of prosperity. “One million U.S. dollars to every citizen,

two million for each of you. One signature, and Saint Lucia changes forever.”

Some ministers leaned forward eagerly, eyes already counting. Others scowled. “The Pitons are

our soul. You cannot sell our heritage.” But their protests were drowned out by murmurs

of wealth. Outside, drivers leaned against their cars, smoking,

gossiping. “What you think they cooking up in there?” one asked. “If it’s money,