Add More Fuel to the Fire

At the docks of Port-au-Prince, the Duke of Leeds, dressed as a sugar merchant, quickly boarded the merchant ship Warm Wind.

"These foolish and greedy 'Mulattoes,'" he said, glancing back at the island and shaking his head mockingly. "Do they think they're the emperors of the Caribbean Sea? They actually dared demand 300,000 Pounds Sterling in aid from me!"

The "Mulattoes" he spoke of was a common term for people of mixed Black and white descent.

"Watch the gangplank, Your Grace." The Duke of Leeds's assistant gave him a hand and chimed in, "They carry Negro blood—what noble character could they possibly possess? Greed is precisely their most conspicuous trait.

"Still, these fellows can fight. In less than half a month, they defeated Mabli's army."

Tapping his cane against the deck, the Duke of Leeds headed toward the fore cabin and said disdainfully, "It's only because the French are too useless. They're always going on about freedom and equality. Ha, now they really are equal to the Negroes."

"This is good news for us," the assistant said.

"Exactly. Saint-Domingue will have to pay wages to its free Black citizens from now on, which will raise plantation costs by more than twenty percent. We'll never have to worry about French sugar competing with us again." The Duke of Leeds nodded to the assistant who opened the door for him. "And I can leave this godforsaken place sooner."

The moment he learned that the Abolitionist Organization had defeated the Governor's army, he immediately decided to return to the United Kingdom.

Yet that Auge naively believed he had won some great battle and actually demanded diplomatic support from the United Kingdom, along with 300,000 Pounds Sterling in material aid.

What a joke. He and his Abolitionist Organization were merely tools used to sow