How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 62: Fundamental Orders (2)

Inside, there's also a warehouse equipped with urethane foam and various equipment, so it won't be difficult to deliver fruits even more freshly.

Finally... I have achieved the great feat of full-scale export of (American) grapes to Europe.

15 minutes after hugging Raleigh and rejoicing, as the ship reaches the dock, Vicente walks towards me with a bright smile.

"I, truly, have never seen such a ship! This great ship will go down in history!"

Of course it will.

It's the first ship made using plastic.

"What will you name the ship?"

"...Enterprise."

"A great name! Enterprise!"

Sorting through various idle thoughts, what needs to be done comes to mind.

"Walter."

"Yes, Mr. Nemo."

"How about you take a tour around the North American coast, also to test the performance of that ship?"

"Ex...ploration, you mean?"

"No. Not to that extent, just move along the nearby coast for now. And, do you still have the map I gave you last time?"

"Of course I still have it! I still don't understand why there are no borders or important cities marked on that map..."

Of course I gave it without any markings. If I had given him a plain 21st century world map with letters like 'Washington D.C.' prominently displayed, who knows what misunderstandings it might cause.

"...In the eyes of the Lord, do you think borders drawn by humans matter?"

"Ah, of course...!"

Indeed, having the name of an angel allows you to make up any excuse. I patted Raleigh on the shoulder to encourage him.

"Anyway, I'm glad you still have the map I gave you. Just lightly check how different the map is from the current coastline. Don't spend too much time."

"Of course I should do that! I will definitely return after a successful voyage!"

While we're at it, let's adjust the discrepancy between 21st-century and 16th-century coastlines, and also test the performance of the newly built clipper.

After Raleigh departed northward, we gathered again for a regular meeting.

Except for Raleigh and Vicente who had set sail, everyone who received a tablet sat before me. As well as other settler representatives.

I presented a topographic map similar to what I had given to Raleigh, zoomed in on North America, and said:

"This is a map of this land."

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Most of them didn't know the shape of the land they were living on. They looked at the map I presented with curiosity and passed it around among themselves.

Only after that brief commotion ended could I speak.

"Here, who knows the geography of this area best?"

"That would be Manteo. He's moved around the most for exchanges with other tribes. He's also looked at things similar to this 'map' the most."

"Good. Manteo?"

"Yes?"

When Manteo asked with apparent confusion, I handed him a set of crayons.

"From now on, we're going to draw a map of the forces in this area. We need to check how many forces are around us, and how large an area our force occupies compared to them."

"...Hmm, I see. Such a map would be convenient."

I push the map toward Manteo who answered like that.

"So first color our territory in blue, and draw other forces in red, green, yellow, and so on."

"Hmm... understood."

The area our community occupies is roughly Croatan Island and the Chesapeake Bay area. More than 10,000 people live together there.

Now that we've started a gift offensive toward tribes in various regions, it would be good to clearly understand the distribution of surrounding forces. We'll need to send envoys to each force, won't we?

Well, it wouldn't be bad to go beyond that and precisely assess our capabilities and examine the situation of neighboring forces.

Anyway, for any purpose, we need a map indicating the areas each force occupies.

Since few among the American natives lead a completely settled life, the markings might not be accurate. But...

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"...Manteo?"

"Ah, yes."

Why are you just standing there?

"Are you contemplating something? There are separate maps, so don't worry about ruining it and feel free to color."

"No... that's..."

Manteo squints at the map, turns to me, and asks:

"Should I color rivers and seas too?"

"No."

"I understand. Then what should be the criteria for 'our territory'? Also, since there are smaller tribes within each force, it's difficult to determine the criteria for the power map."

Ah, right. There are no fixed nations and borders in America.

In other words, it's like the problem of deciding whether to color Henan and Sichuan provinces entirely as Wei territory when drawing an early Three Kingdoms map of China, or to separately mark each vassal state within.

To draw it properly, we need to set criteria.

After thinking for a moment, I say:

"If you go west from our territory, there's the Powhatan Confederacy, isn't there?"

"Yes. That's right."

"Think of coloring them as one color, and color our territory."

"Ah! Now I understand!"

Yes. Now the map should come out soon.

First, color Croatan Island, then color Chesapeake Bay. To the west of that... huh?

"Why are you coloring a red circle there?"

"Ah, this is the Powhatan territory."

"But you haven't even colored our territory yet?"

"Ah, that's..."

Swish. Scratch.

"..."

"Roughly speaking, you're talking about the area that acknowledges our supremacy and our leadership, right?"

"Um... yes. Manteo, but..."

"Then except for the red circle I just made, everything up to the great mountains in the west would be our territory."

Scratch scratch scratch.

Manteo, coloring the vast area overlapping with that red circle entirely blue, says:

"Whew! The map is big, so it was a bit hard to color it all. How is it?"

Manteo said proudly with his hands covered in blue crayon powder.

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"Um... so the blue..."

"Yes. The blue area is our territory!"

I saw the entire eastern parts of today's North Carolina and Virginia colored blue. Everything east of the Appalachian Mountains.

"All tribes within this area, except for the Powhatan tribe, will recognize Mr. Nemo as the Great Chief!"

...The area was larger than the effective control area of Japan.

No wonder the incoming resources were enormous.