Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

Wind had docked that morning, bringing packets of mail. Beckett had
just finished reading his cousin Susan’s letter, thanking him for the
recommendation he’d made for her son, and saying that the boy had
indeed become apprenticed to the EITC office. Beckett hadn’t
troubled to conceal his yawns as he read.
But the next missive made him sit upright in his chair, fully alert. It
was from Lord Penwallow.
My Dear Cutler,
I write this in the hopes that it shall find you
in the best of Health, notwithstanding the dreadful
Climate of your current posting. I am currently
enjoying the lovely summer Weather at my Surrey
Estate, “Mayfaire,” where I am supervising the
packing of some of our furnishings to be transported
to the new house currently under construction in New
Avalon.
My Overseer, Tobias Montgomery, reports that the
building is going well, and that all of the building
materials transported by your Captain Sparrow
arrived promptly and Safely. I am very pleased with
the young Captain, and believe that he may have a
promising Future with the Company.
Lady Hortense and I have been trying out names
for our new home. What think you, Cutler, of “Sweet
Providence”? Since our principal crop is to be, of
course, sugarcane, it seems to us Appropriate!
Which brings me to my main reason for writing.
Montgomery has been working a minimal crew of Blacks
to clear fields and prepare them for planting, but
he needs more Hands. I can think of no one in whom
to put my trust more suitably, with a clear
conscience that the task will be performed
thoroughly and well, than yourself, Cutler.
Accordingly, will you please begin gathering a cargo
of approximately two hundred prime Blacks for
shipment to my new plantation on New Avalon? At
least one hundred and fifty will need to be prime
strong Bucks, and the rest may be Wenches,
preferably those of gentle nature, and trainable in