How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony

229: Twentieth Christmas (2) 229: Twentieth Christmas (2) Countless tables and chairs were set up in the center of the village, enough to seat hundreds of people.

And then, they waited.

“A ship…

is coming!” “This year they’re arriving right on Christmas?

What if they had been late?” “They said the weather was bad, so let’s forgive them.” For the guests coming to Croatoan.

They were people who had made names for themselves by dedicating themselves to the community over the past year.

A Welsh agricultural knight who had just been appointed but had plowed a record amount of fields, and an English priest who had been ordained less than two months after arriving in the community, stepped onto the island.

Visiting the “holy land” for the first time, they shivered slightly and cautiously took their first steps onto the island, as if questioning whether they were worthy to tread upon this place.

Their cautious attitude made the islanders and apostles tense as well.

“Oh, Dad!

There are lights on all the trees!” “Oh…

Lord…

Is this really a place where people live?” “Those houses are all so interesting!

I’ve never seen this style before, and the roof colors are really pretty!” When they sat awkwardly at the tables to enjoy the feast, unable to close their mouths at the splendid sight of Croatoan.

The seat at the head of the table was empty.

Its owner was predetermined.