As the tide rolled in, so did their differences...
You speak of profit, Thomas, but at what cost? A society built on enslaved labor cannot call itself just.
Justice is a fine word, Elias, but it doesn’t fill ships. Our plantations feed the empire. That’s real power.
Slayt: 2
The conversation turned from crops to convictions...
We hold meetings where every man speaks freely. That’s how we shape our future not by the weight of gold, but by the strength of voices.
Well met, Mr. Green. I’m Thomas Carter of Virginia, proud owner of one of the finest tobacco plantations in the colony.I must say, your iron and oats sound useful, but nothing matches the profit of a good staple crop.
Voices don’t pay taxes, Elias. My land speaks louder than any vote—and it’s never missed a shipment
Slayt: 3
As the tide pulled back, so did the two men each returning to his colony, his customs, and his convictions...
We may walk different paths, Thomas, but the colonies are changing. One day, voices might matter more than land.
No...I have to haul this all back!?
You’ve got conviction, Elias—I’ll give you that. But where I come from, it’s the land that speaks loudest. Maybe one day, voices will catch up!
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