A pounding filled my head as I sneezed. Damn it, I mustve caught a cold from the shitty weather lately.
It was raining now once more. The crew members worked dilligently as the captains and I gathered around in a circle on the deck. Francois and Weston bickered as usual as they discussed the next course of action. I sighed. I have already presented a plan yet the two of them immediately disagreed. They refuse to go to the Carolinas as they are concerned with the uncertainty of America. I stroked my chin. America is still new in its stages of development. its still under British rule and is relatively empty. Wouldn't that make it a perfect place to dock?
