Captain Clark led the procession down to Betty Rose. All were confronted with a hive of heightened activity routine to the port district. Strange combinations of exotic smells with arrays of foreign goods added to the intoxicating bustle.
Ships with their crews loaded down under heaving crates spilled out in organized confusion. Seaman, longshoremen, and slaves rolled oak barrels down steep ramps or carried up cumbersome packages. Each precious article was destined to or from a locale far beyond the confines of sunny Savannah. After days upon end of thickets, woods and meadow it was all so invigorating to be amongst this humming torrent.
To Fletcher it was just another stop along their journey, presenting different dangers to overcome. But oh he understood how exciting this new world wou
