How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 68: Growing Pains (4)

"No, could they have noticed our arrival so quickly? Even if news traveled from the north, it would take several weeks by sea..."

"So do you believe England? Or me?"

"...The captain, of course."

As Samuel seemed persuaded again and nodded his head, François resumed paddling, inhaling the salty sea breeze of Chesapeake Bay. Thus, breaking through the rough waters, hundreds of people soon...

"Land!"

"We've arrived!"

Reach their destination.

As François looked up, he saw dozens of European-style huts lined up along the coast.

They were all characterized by white outer walls with green-painted gabled roofs.

People marveled at the neatly arranged sight, and even François couldn't hold back his exclamation at this moment.

'This... the English colonization seems more successful than expected.'

"Arrived, here."

A stiff and foreign English pronunciation is heard from beside him. It was the words of the chief who had guided them here. As he said, soon the hull of the canoe gently touches the sandy beach, and people begin to disembark one by one.

François rubs his hands together and steps onto the shore of Chesapeake. Now... the plan is to naturally blend into the crowd and, when this 'emperor' or 'Great Chief' appears, strike up a conversation.

Let's see how long the myth of a 'native emperor fluent in Latin and English and faithful to Christianity' can last.

Soon, François Gravé Du Pont will decipher all of England's intentions and be able to present a powerful diplomatic weapon to His Majesty the King.

It was while thinking this and mingling among those gathered on the shore.

"There! Everyone gather here!"

A woman's call is heard. Turning his head, he sees a woman in her 20s calling people together. The tribe members who had just come with him rush over.

"Tell me your name, age, and family relationship briefly here before you go!"

"Gather over here! Over here!"

Other English people seem to be guides, standing to assist the woman from earlier, lining people up. Anyway, the expedition members who inadvertently lined up following the tribe members wait their turn and eventually stand before the woman.

"Your name is... huh?"

And the woman looks at François and the other expedition members and blinks her eyes. As if she doesn't understand what's going on.

To her, François bowed gently and opened his mouth.

"Hello. I am..."

"Um... you're European? Why are you here? Ah, did you guide the Occohanock tribe here? Then you should all go carry timber now!"

"...Hmm?"

The young woman in front of him suddenly interrupts?

"No. Why are you just standing there? Move quickly!"

"...Ahem. There seems to be some misunderstanding."

She's giving orders?

François's brow twitches for a moment.

"Why are you just..."

"There seems to be some misunderstanding."

"...What?"

"Who are you? The governor's wife? I seek rest and proper treatment."

Only then does the woman's eyes widen, hearing the English with an unfamiliar accent.

At the woman's reaction, nearby English people gather, saying, "Mrs. Dare! What's the matter!", "Lady Eleanor!"

The woman called Eleanor tilts her head and says:

"...I'm not the governor's wife, um, aren't you our settler?"

"I am French, and I seek rest. You don't seem to be of a status worthy of respect, but I would like to be brought to someone of proper status."

"..."

"..."

Suddenly, the atmosphere turns hostile. But François, already displeased, lightly ignored such a slightly unpleasant atmosphere.

"What's this? Why is everyone like this? Is there no proper person in charge other than this woman?"

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"Captain, I think it would be better to stay quiet for now."

"Samuel? What's wrong with you? These English people seem to lack manners. Didn't I say I'm a guest from abroad? Other than this rude woman who suddenly gives orders to my face, someone else..."

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"...Why is everyone acting this way? Haha! Is this woman some kind of saint? Why are your expressions suddenly so hostile..."

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"St-stop! I am an explorer with the permission of the King of France! Assaulting me would be an insult to the authority of the King of France...!"

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"St-stop! Stop! I said stop, shit!"

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I really stayed up for several nights.

At one point, while traveling on a poorly cleared road, the Hijet almost flipped over. Only after all kinds of hardships could Walter and I return to Chesapeake in the Hijet.

What a struggle...

"Kyaaaah! Stop, everyone! Calm down!"

...Hmm?

That sounds like Eleanor's voice?

What's with the sudden commotion?

Naturally, in a neighborhood where about 10,000 people live, if a conflict arises, it all becomes my responsibility. If dozens of people gather, shouting and jumping, of course, I need to pay attention.

"Walter! Let's run!"

"Got it!"

After parking the Hijet and running with Walter Raleigh, people soon see us and split to both sides. Then I saw Eleanor, who had fallen to her knees screaming, and four men who were bloodied.

"Wh-what, is this...!"

As Raleigh shouts in confusion, other people around Eleanor walk over to us, huffing, and report the situation.

"Those guys dared to be disrespectful to the Holy Lady! Clearly, that guy was calling the Holy Lady a rude woman and whatnot...!"

"They were also saying something about being French! So thinking they were even more arrogant because of that, we completely broke their noses!"

"Don't worry! It's not serious enough to cause major injury, just enough to make them unable to regain consciousness!"

...What?

As I looked down at them in confusion, they were indeed collapsed, trembling, and falling unconscious.

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Heh... heheheh...

Completely figured it out.

Englishmen, did you think it wasn't enough to deceive by distributing gifts to nearby savages and gathering nearby savages together?

First, beat people up, establish dominance, and then start the conversation. It's such a shallow tactic that it's been completely figured out in my mind.

Thinking that, François Gravé Du Pont smiled with satisfaction... Ouch. His lip was split.

Anyway, attempts to hide the secrets of the settlement and regain control of the situation while draining his energy... all figured out...

François fainted with a smile on his face.