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THE GRAND STORY OF THE SEEMINGLY IMPOSSIBLE ADVENTURES OF BARON BRITPOP BLASTFURNACE
Fleeing The Carribean / The French Merchant’s Daughter
Baron Britpop Blastfurnace • Part 30
Fleeing The Carribean
Once again, I shall take up the narrative.
“New France is north, is it not?” I asked Captain Peanut Butter as we sailed.
“That is correct. It sits at the top of The Gulf Of Mexico. We will dock in New Orleans. It is little more than a swamp. A miserable place in the summer months. Insects as thick as butter. But it is located at the mouth of a mighty river that cuts across the entire continent, making it a strategic shipping port. We can resupply there and go unnoticed.”
So we sailed north.
Upon arriving in New Orleans, we docked alongside several other ships. The dock ran a considerable length up one side of a wide river. The dock was lined with buildings of all sorts. The crew headed to the nearest inn for some fresh food before the task of restocking began. Meanwhile, the Captain headed off to find a bakery selling cherry pie. A personal favorite of his.
We found a nearby inn and ordered food. It turned out to be some of the oddest food I had ever…
