Wooden CratesWooden Crates by LeonieSainteVire
It was a night not unlike many other nights. Jeb sat watchful, his hands idle upon the oars of his skiff, while aboard the Green Myst, wooden crates were hoisted from below decks and loaded onto similar waiting skiffs. Methodically, one after one, the ship disgorged its cargo. (Cargo: loosely defined as the value of coin collected by the simple moving of these crates from the Green Myst to the shoreline.) Horse drawn wagons waited upon the banks to carry the cargo to warehouses on the wrong side of Savannah where the wooden crates were burned, the contents safely inventoried.
Jeb could not help but notice the name burned in heavy black ink on the side of the rough crates: TALBOT.
Until tonight, he had always felt a smug satisfaction when Talbot property was looted from the high seas. Never in his past had he given a second thought to this process. Talbot cargo was fair game. But now...something was different. Something would have to change.