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414 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2008
"You, sir?" I asked, wide-eyed. "You went to retrieve the stolen boat?"
"Aye, in a way. And had they surrendered it peacefully there would have been fewer consequences. But as we approached the bay it became clear that there was no peace in store for us. The natives were dotted along the tops of the cliffs, adopting war-like stances and wearing the type of garb they felt would protect them from our cutlasses and muskets. They were prepared for battle, that was clear to us all."
"But why, Captain?" I asked him. "Had they turned against you?"
"I believe so," he replied. "At first all had been well, but they did not recognize our right to their land or their produce. They were becoming belligerent about it. We had no choice but to show our strength."
"What rights, sir?" I asked, confused.
"Our rights as emissaries of the king, Turnstile," he said, staring at me as if I was the worst kind of fool. "Isn't that clear? They wanted us to leave them in peace. Savages! Ordering Englishmen away!"
"From their land."
"You're missing the point," he insisted, as if the idea was a quite simple one. "It was no longer their land when we arrived. We claimed it." [p.451]
“It was a terrible game, no more than that. A fight between us men and nature, in which we were struggling to keep ourselves from annihilation.”
