The Black Hurricane

The armed merchant ship Deep Cargo sailed under full main and fore sails, propelled by the Gulf of Mexico current. After only a week at sea, it could already see the coast of Georgia in the United States in the distance.

The Intelligence Bureau had contacted the Special Trade Association several days earlier, and a small Smuggling Ship was now waiting to receive them offshore.

In truth, the United States coastal Patrol had hardly any decent Ships, but to be safe, Deep Cargo waited until dusk before following the Smuggling Ship and docking near a deserted beach in southeastern Georgia.

Booker immediately had his men carry the Weapons and Ammunition, food, and other supplies from the merchant ship ashore. As far as the eye could see lay endless plains buried beneath the night.

His heart brimmed with the lingering terror and exhilaration of surviving disaster. He immediately took out a wooden-carved totem, set it on the ground, and prostrated himself to thank his ancestors for their protection.

After he finished praying, the "England merchant" came over with a cheerful grin, stuffed a map into his hands, and instructed him:

"Great hero, this is Georgia in the United States. To the north and west lie vast Cotton plantations, where countless Blacks are suffering.

"To the south is the Savannah River, and across it lies indian territory. They hate white people as well. If the battle does not go smoothly, you may cross the river and seek their help. At the very least, you can use the river to defend against the white army.

"Moreover, the dense forest to the west can provide you with cover."

At this time, United States territory extended only as far as the region east of the Missouri River and north of Florida. Even Florida was still