“Captain, yesterday morning my father walked into town, stood out on the steps of the warehouse and proclaimed to the world that the Guthries’ business is finished here in Nassau.”
“What was the reaction?”
“The men elected representatives, we agreed upon an agenda, and we spoke about the merits of mutual cooperation over tea.”
“So it was bad?”
“Bad? It was fucking chaos! For about an hour, I thought they’d burn down all of Nassau. But it’s been handled: as of last night, I’ve instituted a new trading system, and the street has embraced it – a consortium with myself at its head, Captains Naft and Lawrence as its means of shipping, and Mr. Frasier as its corporate seal.“
”… All this since yesterday?“
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