How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony

After some time...

"...Is it over?"

Once the bodies of injured and unconscious Spanish soldiers were scattered all over the deck, I had time to look around.

Looking at myself, my clothes were torn in several places but I had no wounds. Just as it seemed we had dealt with all the enemies on the ship...

"...What is that?"

"Sir Drake? When did you arrive?"

"Uh, no, I came... to help... but..."

Drake boarded our ship with a half-dazed expression.

"..."

"..."

"Can I touch that?"

"No, you cannot."

"..."

"..."

Tsk. No way. This would hurt a reckless Englishman if he touched it.

As I moved slightly away from Sir Drake to turn off the engine, and Raleigh called Drake, causing him to turn his head...

"Yo-you goddamn devil...!"

Ah. One Spanish man remained...!

Thwack.

The Spaniard stabbed my stomach with his sword and showed a triumphant smile as if he had gained the upper hand.

WHIRRRR!

I immediately started the engine again and ground his nape.

Then, like an office worker who woke up 4 minutes before work, I hurriedly pulled out the sword from my stomach and straightened my clothes.

Damn it, of all times, in front of Drake...!

"Well, seems there was one more enemy?"

"...Sir Drake?"

"Yes?"

"Did you... see that?"

"See what? I was just conversing with Baron Raleigh until now..."

"..."

"..."

"...Nothing."

Phew.

He didn't notice.

==

...Let's avoid eye contact.

One shouldn't maintain eye contact with the 'Mystery of the Sea' for too long. You might go insane.

Just now, I think I saw an 'illusion' of him pulling a sword out of his body. Look. There's blood on his clothes, but not a single wound, isn't that clean?

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Walter. What about the injured?"

"Just a few soldiers with minor wounds like bullet grazes. Don't worry."

Even Raleigh and others don't seem to have noticed him. Such an insensitive attitude.

Only Francis Drake witnessed the scene just now.

'Indeed... those who claimed to have seen mermaids or strange sea creatures were all frauds.'

The Kraken, the Flying Dutchman, the Fountain of Youth—they must all truly exist.

"Now... since the battle seems to be wrapping up, I should head home."

"By home, you mean..."

The bottom of the sea?

"Croatoan, I mean."

Ah, I see.

"Oh, it's already... 4:30. It's too late, so shall we dock at a nearby port?"

...How did he know that when there's no sun due to clouds?

Indeed, a mystery of the sea.

This world is truly amazing beyond compare.

'Once this is over, I should go look for El Dorado...'

And so, Drake's belief in superstition deepens further.

==

"Take all the captured ships except one or two. In exchange, we'll take care of the people who were captured as slaves."

"Ah! Of course, Your Majesty! Hahaha, I wonder if we'll ever have such a magnificent and outrageous battle again!"

Now... we're completely safe.

I realized this fact while feeling Drake's awe-filled gaze.

England is the greatest ally of our Virginia community.

Then what is the greatest potential threat to our community?

The Spanish fleet? Close to the answer, but no.

It's also England.

The Spanish fleet is certainly dangerous, but they have much to protect, so it's difficult for them to unite and attack somewhere.

The development of the England-Spain war as described in the game catalog shows this.

After both countries attempted large-scale invasions of each other's mainland in the early stages of the war and amicably failed, large-scale frontal warfare did not occur again.

When the English lurked around Spanish colonies and treasure fleets, the Spanish navy mostly focused on fending off the swarms of English like flies.

But the English navy was different.

Several fleets led by Walter Raleigh, Francis Drake, John Hawkins, and others took an offensive stance, attacking, besieging, and looting Spanish colonies, accumulating damage to Spain.

Because England had nothing to lose from the start.

The English burned and destroyed Cadiz, Cuba, Florida. They could do the same anywhere.

But now they can't do that in Virginia.

The English are reaping huge benefits thanks to me. They even fought alongside us as allies.

Drake, England's most threatening naval admiral, also maintains a friendly attitude toward me and continues to maintain contracts with me.

Now, it's probably safe to say that the threat to the colony has been almost eliminated.

All that remains is to return to Virginia and enjoy a peaceful daily life.

Thinking this, I happily set foot on the land of Chesapeake Bay.

"Uwaaaaah! We won!"

"Long live the Virginia community! Long live England!"

I disembarked amidst the cheers of many who sensed victory. Both Vicente and Raleigh welcomed the settlers' cheers with smiles all over their faces.

Of course, most of the settlers, the natives, didn't particularly care who fought whom and how they won, but everyone was happy since we'd won the war.

Just then, from a distance, Manteo, Eleanor Dare, Thomas Harriot, and John White approach.

"Congratulations! Such victorious news! Raiding the Spanish treasure fleet! I never thought you would achieve such a feat!"

Bacon cheered with excitement.

"You... liberated 2,000 more slaves? I'm, I'm really glad..."

Eleanor Dare also sniffled with tears.

"If it's alright, may I take a look at the captured Spanish flat-bottomed ship over there? We can use that ship to connect Chesapeake and Croatoan more closely in the future! Plus, all that silver..."

John White seemed to be pondering the benefits this victory would bring to the settlement.

Since everyone was thrilled and excited, I too felt uplifted and spoke to Hewett.

"Mr. Hewett, how does it look to you?"

Hewett replied:

"What's there to say? The community's treasury will be filled with Spanish treasure! We won't have financial shortages for a while!"

"That's right. From now on, we'll have peace for a while..."

"Now we just need to teach those Spanish bastards a lesson!"

"What?"

"...Pardon?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere around my question turns cold.

Somehow... the gazes of the English looking at me become strangely awkward.

Wha, what? Why?

As I stand perplexed, Raleigh slowly walks over and whispers to me.

"What... do you mean? We haven't even started yet, have we?"

"What?"

"Now that we've raided one Spanish treasure fleet, shouldn't we completely sweep away the enemies in this area?"

What?

As I look around in confusion, those who heard Raleigh's words all nod together.

Thomas Harriot too.

Walter Raleigh too.

John White too.

All the other English as well.

"Now! Let's break the pride of those Spanish bastards!"

"Uwaaaaaaaah!"

They were shouting with the spirit of a shonen manga protagonist who exclaims, 'Our adventure is just beginning!'

...Are you all insane?