Reborn As a Pirate

Latest URL: Chairman, your tea and refreshments.

let it go.

Hearing Lorraine's response, the capable and strong black female secretary quickly arranged the tea and tea sets, then lifted the refreshment tower with one hand, puffed her biceps, and lightly placed it in the center of the coffee table.

The refreshments are very orthodox. The three-tiered dim sum plate is framed with pink and emerald green border flowers. The top layer is a small sandwich that can be held in one hand. The middle layer is a sweet scone that is also shaped into a triangle. The bottom layer is filled with small and bright blueberry cakes. , surrounded by stars holding the moon like a beautiful fruit tower carved in the shape of a lily.

Lorraine, Heina, and Nuoya found the sofa and sat down. Lorraine poured tea for Nuoya first. The hawthorn red tea liquid exuded a fragrance and poured into the white porcelain cup. The aroma was high and mellow, with a tender and sweet taste. As soon as you smell it, you will know that it is the top Keemun gift tea.

Lorraine's eyebrows twitched: Ma'am...

Oakvila, chairman, my name is Oakvila Timothy.

Ms. Timothy, please thank the manager for my hospitality. It is a very high-quality black tea.

Lorraine praised indifferently, but Ms. Oakville actually reacted immediately.

Chairman, the tea is the top Keemun tea from the East. It is said that even the royal family in London can only drink it occasionally. There is only one tea party in the office, which was sent by President Parker after you arrived in Miami. Said you might be able to use it.

Her answer surprised Lorraine for a while, and it was not because of Parker's preparations, but because of Oakville's response.

A black woman...

Lorraine became curious: Ma'am, if I offend you, I'm here to apologize first.

He cleared his throat: Are you a mixed race?

Okwila was still so keen, and immediately caught Lorraine's doubts.

I am a pure-blood black, the chairman, and my ancestry is in Tanzania, and I can trace back six generations of black people.

Pure blood...

I was born in Fort Moses. The Timothy name was taken by the Mr. Spanish who set my grandfather free when he fled from the cotton plantations of Georgia to Fort Moses.

According to our custom,

Although my grandfather was free, he was still regarded as an abolitionist. My father was the first generation of free pioneers, and I was the second generation.

Listening to Oakvila's eloquent narration, the three of Lorraine understood the greatness of Fort Moses.

It's a magical place.

In 1693, in order to counter the British threat to Florida, the then King Charles II of Spain announced that if slaves who fled British land converted to Catholicism, they would be free in Florida.

Forty-five years later, in 1738, the Florida Governor approved a fortified settlement for former slaves north of St. Augustine, Fort Moses.

Unlike New Orleans, which is full of fly camps and dogs, Fort Moses is the first free black town in North America to be recognized by mainstream world law.

No matter what thoughts the white people who built her have, at least in terms of human rights equality, Spain is truly ahead of the world, and the black people here have also transformed as a result, becoming the composition of society, not just a cornerstone.

At the end of the long talk, Okwila smiled apologetically: I'm sorry, Chairman, I interrupted you and the two ladies having tea on a whim.

Where, the lady is knowledgeable and talkative, I am very happy.

Your affirmation is the best compliment to everyone in the firm. Okwila bowed holding the plate, Please enjoy the afternoon time in St. Augustine to the fullest, goodbye.

goodbye.

After seeing off Oakville, afternoon tea continued.

Lorraine handed the black tea on hand to Nuoya, made a second cup, and pushed the milk jug and sugar bowl to Henna.

Hannah was busy studying the weird-looking scones, concentrating on them, and remained motionless.

Lorraine burst out laughing: What? Have you never seen a triangular Scone?

Well, I've only eaten round and square ones, and they're not that hard.

Lorraine took a scone into his hand, spread blueberry jam on one corner, and then spread fresh cream on the blueberry jam until it was completely covered, and handed it to Henna.

Try it?

Haina bit off the corner covered with ingredients in one bite, swallowed it with a few mouthfuls, and even stuck out her tongue to fill the corners of her mouth.

How does it taste? Lorraine asked.

Hmm... the cream is smooth, the jam is sticky, and the cake is hard when you bite it off, but it's not so crispy when you chew it, like brown bread with butter...but it's sweet, so it's delicious.

Lorraine rolled her eyes: As long as it is sweet, you will find it delicious...

He poured himself tea: The scones come from a stone where the Scottish royal family is crowned, called the Stone of Destiny or the Stone of Scone.

They have a saying: Everything is the choice of Scone, everything is the choice of Scone. This sentence is often said by the victors to show that it has the meaning of destiny.

Noah's eyes widened curiously: Do Scots like to be chosen by bread so much?

Uh... chosen by the Stone of Destiny, so the scones also have the meaning of good luck.

Ah... Qiqi was stunned.

The two girls began to eat good luck. Lorraine stood up with tea, walked to the blinds alone, sipped tea, and quietly watched the sun-burning street outside the window.

This is the Florida office under the American Branch of the Drake Chamber of Commerce. It is located in the Governor's Palace of Florida, Spain, on the most prosperous St. George Street in Fort St. Augustine.

Through the gaps in the hundreds of pages, Lorraine saw a flat stone avenue, and on both sides of the avenue stood rows of low tile buildings with red roofs and white walls. The contours subtly add a sense of coordination to the contiguous tile buildings.

The office belongs to the taller building on St. George Street, and it can easily overlook the street from the location of Lorraine.

Just north of the street is St. Augustine Cathedral, the center of the town. Near the church is the city hall with a wide dome. To the east of the city hall is the San Marcos coastal defense fortress, which defends the sea. Standing beside the seawall of the fortress is a red and white towering lighthouse.

Lorraine was quick to notice the peculiarities of the town.

Simple and sturdy, each of the large buildings that make up the main body of the town is like an independent fortress. Forts and watch posts replaced the pavilions, and gilding and reliefs were replaced by arrow stacks.

A bloody historical remnant...

Lorraine murmured something.

Hannah wiped her mouth and came to the window: Xavier hasn't come back yet?

Lorraine shrugged: Carmen went to the front station. I heard that Mr. Mayor is not an easy-going idiot. Otherwise, it would be impossible to take back St. Augustine for one year and manage the town well.

One year? Just now Ms. Timothy said that this place belonged to Spain a hundred years ago?

In fact, it was earlier. Lorraine sorted out the information in his mind, In 1513, the Spaniard Juan Ponce de Leon followed the trail of the Fountain of Youth and landed on this beach, announcing for the first time that Spanish ownership of the Florida peninsula and the establishment of the first settlement in North America.

But he died soon, shot by the Indians with an arrow, right in the center. Lorraine pointed to his heart, Of course, the colonial stronghold was also slaughtered.

A few years later, Hernando de Soto tried again to build a colonial stronghold here. However, his performance was worse than that of Juan Leon, and the operation failed. He led his followers in the mud and Hiding in the woods for three years, until I lost all news and could not wait for rescue from the Spanish motherland.

Spain's love for this land is true. Lorraine sneered. From 1513 to 1559, they failed at least five times. It is conservatively estimated that more than a thousand people were buried in a foreign land.

In the end, even the king of Spain was shocked by this heavy love, and had to forcibly use the king's authority to prohibit the nationals from further colonizing Florida.

Having said that, Lorraine stopped talking.

Hai Na frowned and looked at him, always feeling that there was something in his words, and the sudden history class was definitely not to show off her knowledge.

Fortunately, there is also Nuoya's padded jacket in the holding stem.

The story is at a critical point. As soon as Lorraine stopped, she couldn't help asking: Then who built St. Augustine now? When was it built?

It was 1565. Lorraine tapped the rim of his glass lightly. French Protestants built Fort Caroline on the beach north of St. Augustine, blatantly interfering with Spain's ownership of Florida.

Although Spain had no real interests in Florida at that time, they had paid too much before, and the king could only fight.

He sent Sir Menendez to fight against the elite Spanish musketeers. On a rainy night, the Sir broke into Fort Caroline and slaughtered all the male residents he saw.

After that, he established Fort St. Augustine, where Spain set up the Florida Governor's Palace. The Sir was the first colonial governor, and the governor appointed the first mayor.

Although the good times didn't last long, in 1568, the French privateers launched a bloody revenge on the joint pirates and Indians, and slaughtered the new Fort St. Augustine. But the Fort Caroline in France disappeared forever, and St. Augustine in Spain disappeared forever. It's about to be rebuilt and become more prosperous than before.

In 1586, my ancestor Francis destroyed the town. In the next hundred years, the Indians made massacres here three times. In 1665, 1702, and 1740, the town was destroyed three times.

She was destroyed again and again, and rebuilt again and again, and each rebuild was like a new life, stronger and stronger, more prosperous.

Even in 1763, because the Anglo-French war chose the wrong partner, this town was handed over to the British for 21 years. Once it returned, she was still the pride of the Spanish.

This is the past of Fort St. Augustine. Lorraine told the exciting past of the town under his feet in a flat tone. Not exactly prosperous…”

“But she was definitely full of pride. As the first white town in all of North America, as the first town in the world to treat people of color equally, and as a town reborn countless times, over time, her Pride doesn't go away, it just grows.

Hana finally got a clue: You want to say that St. Augustine was reborn again and again because of the government camp, while France's Fort Caroline died after a single setback because of the private camp?

Yes, and no. Lorraine smiled, Private and government-run are not the key, the key is the official.

Only the official standing hall can make the town exist for a long time. Without this name, the town is like a floating algae without roots. Not only is it unable to choose its own development direction, but when it is hurt, it is even like surviving. Arabian Nights.

The stoic other people's town and the fragile own town... Haina's eyes showed a trace of confusion, I always thought you liked the latter better.

Normally...if the price for Miami's perseverance is that she must be handed over to the Spaniards, I will give up this operation in all likelihood. Lorraine paced and put down his teacup, Fortunately, handing her over to the Spaniards is not Miami. I have a better bargaining chip as a prerequisite for getting the title.

Exchange the smallest cost for the greatest benefit. Haina, we are businessmen, and this is just our job.