How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 79: Aluminum for Souls (2)

Not just any sponsor.

A sponsor who speaks Spanish, Portuguese, English, and Latin simultaneously. Though I panicked and blurted it out, it would be an unforgettable experience.

One who performs impossible miracles... a magician? A mystery of the sea?

'The sea is truly amazing! To have such a wondrous experience!'

Of course, Drake could accept it without difficulty. He had already seen numerous miracles at sea.

Like a seagull speaking human language (a hallucination due to vitamin deficiency during long voyages), or a mermaid (it was a dugong).

Thanks to such experiences, Drake was sufficiently "superstitious" like a sailor, and he could incorporate this strange experience with the native emperor "Nemo" as just another page in his adventurous life!

That is, what mattered to the great Captain Drake right now wasn't such things.

From the beginning, there had never been any good that came from lengthy encounters with "sea mysteries." (Naturally, it's difficult to see anything good when in a mentally and physically weakened state due to vitamin and various nutritional deficiencies.)

What mattered to him immediately was the deal.

The deal.

Yes.

From now on, he is no longer the fine friend and colleague of John Hawkins, England's first slave trader...

"Gentlemen."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"What does this look like to you?"

"Why are you asking such things without even letting us rest on land?"

"...There was a reason for all that, so shut up and answer."

"Ah, isn't it aluminum?"

"No.

This is the fruit of great freedom and the just reward that comes from morality and ethics."

Now he is the liberator of slaves, a friend of freedom and justice.

"We're going on another job. Target the area near Cuba."

"Ah, understood!"

"If you see people who look like slaves, treat them all with respect! They're our new source of money!"

"Woooooah!"

He is a friend of aluminum.

And so Drake once again set off on a journey toward the Lord's light and justice.

As for the deaths that occur along the way...

Let's consider them natural causes.

==

We returned to Chesapeake Bay after our extremely... bizarre meeting with Drake. Everyone was dumbfounded by the perplexing experience, but there were things to do first.

"What is your name?"

"...How do you... speak our language? G-good heavens!"

"No. That was my tribe's language... My tribespeople all died, how could...?"

"Everyone, please calm down. You are safe now."

After removing their shackles, all the slaves stirred and bowed awkwardly to me. They seemed to think I was their new owner.

"A-are you our new master?"

Someone asked in Spanish, and I immediately replied:

"You no longer have masters."

Then his face filled with a complex mix of fear and awe from hearing multiple languages in his ears, and joy from understanding my words.

"H-how..."

"Could you tell me where your homeland is?"

"...#$@#."

I heard a language I couldn't understand or pronounce properly. The Japanese patch installed in my brain soon translated it as "Sierra Leone."

When I turned on the world map on my phone, I could immediately confirm Sierra Leone's location. Sierra Leone is about 7,000 kilometers away from here.

"Are all of you from the same place?"

Most of them nodded at my words. I said to Vicente who was standing beside me:

"How much longer until the Voyager is completed?"

Voyager, the name of our second clipper ship under construction.

"Only a month or two left."

"Good. Let's take them to Africa on the Voyager."

According to what I read in 'ANNO 1800,' clipper ships originally carried 'perishable cargo,' and given the era, slaves were 100% included in that.

Whatever the case, it's an appropriate ship to use while Spain is searching for English vessels in the Atlantic with fire in their eyes. Because it's fast.

Now it will be used to escort freed slaves back to Africa.

"So... exploring this coast with the Voyager is still difficult, you're saying."

"That's right. To look around the area first, we'll need the Nautilus. Would you like to join us?"

I nodded at Vicente's words. Haven't the English and Spanish fleets just clashed quite significantly nearby? There might be effects in the area. There could be shipwreck survivors.

"Good."

After wrapping everything up, we boarded the Nautilus and explored the southern coast after the battle.

And.

"...There should be a village around here."

Several villages had been abandoned empty.

Tribes hiding in the forest out of fear from the night's thunderous sounds.

Countless corpses and battle debris washed up on the shore.

Rotting limbs of Spaniards, English, natives, and Black slaves.

"..."

Drake was a cheerful person, but he led dozens of warships and thousands of soldiers.

Our community now has at most 20,000 people, while they command armies of tens of thousands and populations of millions.

Each time these giants engage in battle, thousands die and tens of thousands are stirred up.

"Sir Drake mentioned that the Spanish... are growing their Florida colony?"

"Yes. It seems they're trying to check us."

"Those repercussions won't reach us, will they?"

"Probably... not."

We could only pray to remain safe amidst it all.

==

The Council of the Indies under the Spanish Empire seriously considered the "disappearance" of Vicente González.

"An epidemic broke out in the area, and natives attacked, resulting in the annihilation of about 200 troops..."

"Thinking about it now, wasn't it the doing of that savage 'Emperor'? At most, he's probably just a particularly strong Indian chief in the area."

"So you're saying a local group powerful and skilled enough to crush 4 warships and a force of 200 soldiers has joined hands with England?"

"The Virginia colony's population now numbers in the thousands. To overthrow them, we would now need to dispatch a large force of at least 2,000, possibly up to 5,000 men."

"Meaning, they cannot be overthrown."

"..."

"..."

"..."

A perfect intermediate stopover has emerged for the English, who stick to you like vicious swarms of mosquitoes or midges.

No, not just an intermediate stopover. It's a new territory that fills England's perpetually tight treasury and prospers enough to not only be self-sufficient but even export food to England. Moreover, considering their propaganda about "angels" and such, the political significance is even greater.

From the perspective of the Spanish colonial authorities, an irritating threat had arrived.

"For now... shouldn't we protect our Florida colony first? I think we've become too vulnerable since abandoning Santa Elena and other areas."

"That's right. First, we must strengthen the defenses around Santa Elena and expand the colonies near Florida. Further retreat will only create strategic threats."

And so, the Spanish colonial authorities made a decision.

"Expand the colonies."

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Thus, the government of Spanish West Indies began a colonial expansion movement.

They supplied weapons and resources to San Agustín and allied tribes in the area, instigating conquest of new lands.

The result was clear.

The Spanish-allied Apalachee tribe drove out the Guale tribe to the north.

The displaced Guale tribe then plundered the Muscogee tribe.

The Muscogee tribe declared war on the Catawba tribe.

The Catawba tribes were pushed northward, threatening the Tuscarora tribe.

The large and small movements taken by Spain toppled the native societies in regions that would in the distant future be called Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, and North Carolina like dominoes.

An unprecedented drought persisted. Amid this, Spain's "light precautions" caused them to move to the more barren and cold north instead of the warmer south.

Thousands, tens of thousands who lost their homes and homelands wandered aimlessly with weapons in hand. Their eyes were now filled with confusion, anger, and sadness.

"G-good heavens, why they suddenly came north..."

"Where should we go now?"

Then, the chiefs and great chiefs of various tribes recalled rumors they had heard.

"In the north... there is a very powerful and wealthy great chief."

"They say he never lets a visiting guest go hungry, and never turns away those who seek refuge."

"We cannot defeat him in battle, but we can seek his protection."

"So, we go there."

To Croatoan.

And to Chesapeake.