How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony

This is the area corresponding to the future state of Delaware. The people living here are the Lenape tribe, also called the Delaware tribe.

We traveled all the way from the land where their Great Chief resides to the lands inhabited by various tribes under his command.

"...Coming this far north, I notice people want potatoes as much as luxury items."

"Well, it's the north, so that makes sense."

It's a land with a colder climate compared to Virginia originally. In such a situation, with the Little Ice Age approaching, conflicts are breaking out.

"I heard that there was talk of attacking the nearby Susquehannock tribe, but the priest dispatched to this region prevented it."

"I heard the same. But since the matter is already resolved, don't worry too much."

"...I suppose you're right. It seems I've been needlessly concerned. Thank you, Walter."

"Not at all. I'm just glad to have been of help."

I quietly looked around while listening to Raleigh's words.

Yes. The people here are slowly learning to grow potatoes, and also learning how to make carts and pave roads.

With such low population density, if productivity increases, they won't go hungry.

And even if not them, we will soon incorporate the Susquehannock tribe into our gift exchange network.

Then they will be bound by a peace treaty of enormous scale, semi-forcibly, and conflicts will naturally be prevented.

There's no immediate problem.

It's been three days since we arrived here, but the situation, whether regarding food or anything else, showed clear signs of improvement from before.

As mentioned earlier, the food situation improved as they imported potatoes and various food resources.

In hunting too, by importing "guns," they catch various animals that they couldn't have touched before.

In terms of timber and various resource supplies, their productivity has greatly improved with iron axes, iron knives, iron sickles, etc., and their lifestyle has noticeably changed.

These people, the natives here, won't face untimely deaths.

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They won't die for the reasons I'm thinking of.

As I smiled contentedly, Raleigh moved slightly away to smoke tobacco. The white smoke rings carrying the harsh smell quietly melted into the night sky like dissolving sugar.

Nearby, the river flowed majestically, and small lights flickered from the scattered huts around it. It seemed people were going to bed late tonight.

Probably because of the unfamiliar guests.

Bonfires rose among the Porter and other carts, and Lenape people and Virginians were sharing food and enjoying themselves boisterously.

Yes.

They won't die for the reasons I'm thinking of.

Hmm...

Unless it's a hurricane.

Yes.

Hurricanes... aren't they common in this area? Indeed, they represent the most destructive natural disaster in this region, causing billions in damage annually and reshaping coastlines with their tremendous power. Their seasonal patterns bring dread to coastal communities who must prepare for potential devastation each year.

Hurricanes refer to tropical cyclones that occur in the North Atlantic, North Pacific, and other ocean basins, with maximum sustained wind speeds reaching 64 knots (approximately 118 kilometers per hour). These massive storm systems can span hundreds of miles in diameter, with some exceptional storms reaching nearly 1,000 miles across, creating weather effects felt far inland from coastal regions.

The term "Hurricane" comes from "hurakan" in the Taino language, meaning powerful wind, and was spread by the Spanish and incorporated into the English vocabulary system.

Hurricanes.

Tropical cyclones like hurricanes form in the tropical convergence zone where trade winds from the southern and northern hemispheres meet. Inside this low-pressure system, heated air rises and forms a large amount of clouds, which begin to rotate due to the Earth's rotation. The intense thunderstorms thus formed grow or shrink influenced by various factors, becoming tropical storms, then developing into hurricanes causing enormous damage...

...Huh?

What was I just thinking about?

Ah.

I was thinking about hurricanes.

I was thinking about how the main difference between hurricanes and typhoons is location, and that they're called hurricanes if they occur in the northeast of the International Date Line, and typhoons if they occur in the northwest.

And I was thinking about how hurricane damage is so great because the water temperature in the North Atlantic, through which hurricanes pass, is higher than in the North Pacific.

Also, the reason the North Atlantic water temperature is high is...

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I was thinking about how tropical cyclones, including hurricanes, help maintain the Earth's thermal balance by moving warm tropical air to higher latitude regions, but also damage ecosystems by moving salt water to coastal areas, and how natural coastal ecosystems like wetlands, coral reefs, and mangrove forests reduce hurricane damage...

SNAP!

"Ha, hah... Gasp..."

W-what is this?

For a moment, I felt knowledge buried in my memory rising up like vomit.

It wasn't so much unpleasant as it was alien.

That sense of alienation from my body, my head not running as it normally would.

That alienation filled my head completely, then disappeared as if washed away.

W-where, where have I seen this? Right. The catalog. The content I read in the catalog about the climate of the eastern United States, mixed with content I had looked up in educational comics, popped up.

But... why?

I try to recall when I feel nauseous.

When I'm excessively stressed.

When something is stuck in my throat.

When my body... is tense, threatened, afraid.

"Wa, Walter, I'm sorry. I suddenly felt dizzy, so..."

"..."

"...Walter?"

Huh?

I looked to the side.

And Raleigh wasn't there.

Just moments ago, Raleigh was standing right there. He was smoking tobacco beside me.

And looking at the sky, the stars and moon had also disappeared. Just moments ago it was night and dark all around, but now looking around...

It was gray.

It was as if the world had fallen into milk stirred with cigarette ash. Everything was hazy, and the atmosphere howled ominously.

It was as if the whole world was screaming.

"AAAAARGH!"

And then, a real scream is heard. As I stupidly turned to look, someone's arm...

Flies away.

Like dust.

I could only stare at the surreal scene. For a moment, I couldn't think at all.

"M-Mr. Nemo!"