Captain Teddico sat in his crumpled coat and waistcoat across the desk of a young and prosperous merchant. If William Paterson had vision and purse for grand schemes, it was Teddico who had the sea legs to get the job done without being hindered by questions, excuses or scruples. He knew this well as he faced the fine merchant in his fine velvet clothes, sitting in his fine carpeted office. His hands never got dirty. But Teddico did not mind. Men like Paterson needed the likes of him, and they paid a fine price.
“These prisoners in Greyfriars will require transportation to English plantations in the Colonies,” said Paterson.
“Aye,” said the captain with a confident nod. He had carried human cargo many times before. African, Scottish, Irish or English, it made little difference to him.
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