Something for History

It was about time he got started with his job. He had put it off for at least five years now. During those five years he had to settle with no more than ten cartographers, self made scientists, and sailors who claimed to have gone to the new world. Two centuries had passed since Christopher Columbus came to this new world. A land that was vast, full of wilderness, riches, wild animals, mysteries, and of course savages. Tales about various tribes, nations, and small kingdoms spread from ear to ear across Europe. In his head he had no doubts it must have spread to other continents. To the south of Europe was the continent of Africa that was still unexplored much like this continent was. Due to the reputation of the Islamic World and the Moors it would likely be left alone for another half century. Yet the Portuguese, Dutch, and Spanish exploited its riches and its peoples to the Old World. He had seen these dark skinned figures of Africa whom spoke many languages much like the Savages of this New World.

As a noble he had been handed down a vast wealth from his father and his father before him. It was more like an inheritance from the family that accumulated over the centuries since the Medieval Times. His family had been known to be Knights, Warriors first tracing back to the days under Saxon Rule, Barons, Lords, and Landowners. For ten years he kept hearing stories from the New World by word of mouth and read about it whenever he got the chance to do so. His favorite explorers happened to be Hernan Cortez, Francisco Pizarro, Ferdinand Magellan, Juan Ponce De Leon, and of course Marco Polo. His own country of England had the famous John Smith of Jamestown, Henry Hudson who founded the Hudson Bay, Sir Francis Drake, Sir Walter Raleigh, and John Cabot inspired him to put his own name up there. He walked through the streets of Kingston Jamaica at least the beginnings of another street. Four months ago on June Seventh of this year Port Royal was destroyed by the earthquake of this year. Various peoples black, white, native, Spaniard, French, and those of other European Ethnics or Race watched him pass through in his Nobleman's outfit.

He scanned the people in search of the person he was supposed to hire for this expedition into the back country that was past the thirteen colonies. According to the reports he was an explorer first who then left for the sea and began a short year of piracy only to see that career sunk. The report said he had been kicked off the crew of buccaneers since the crew despised him too much. Apparently he found work as an explorer again for charting out the islands that had not been explored. His income was unknown however it is speculated he may have connections with smugglers and companies of other nations. The noble man was told this individual had a fine beard and kept it trimmed. Thick brown hair and the makings of a darker complexion that would be seen on any sailor or pirate. His hand had a ring taken from a Spanish officer after a raid on a Spanish ship. That was how he could identify this person who had encounters with the savages of the northern continent, fought Spanish Dogs, lived through the rough seas, and managed to dodge the gallows. When the Nobleman asked about the ring more than ten people pointed at the Tavern.

Without further delay the nobleman walked up to the Tavern half expecting to be jumped or robbed blind in the streets. A squadron of redcoats came by on patrol eliminating any prospects of him getting attacked or mugged in Jamaica. As he came up to the Tavern he found the handsome rogue with a luscious, curvy, and buxom woman who appeared to be Spanish and French in his arms. Her entire feature was smashed against his. The former pirating rogue kissed her ferociously at the bar. Whoever the nobleman was he had found the right man. A raccoon's tail dangled from his hat, a feather twirled in his hair, and a pirate's tattoo on his right shoulder. Sure enough the ring from a Spanish Officer was on his right hand.