Nicholson rubbed his hands in greedy anticipation when he noticed that the dutch were still in very short supply of teas. Banking on their creature comforts, he had stocked up his holds with as many tea crates as it could stow, and he was sure to make a fine penny.
"Master Combes! Get those tea crates to the dockmaster and make sure he pays full price for them," he said with a rueful grin.
"Aye aye, sir," came the response as he ordered the Empress' own deck hands to work. Meanwhile, Nicholson had business in town he wanted to tend to, but before he did he turned around and ordered Combes to buy all the Textiles,
"We have some errands to run in Old Providence, and if I remember correctly they're short on fine fabrics. If you find something else to bring over that side of the map, you can take advantage of it."
Nicholson walked down the plank and once ashore, he slowed his pace and took out a letter from his pocket. He read the smooth flowing script:
Letter from Joost Van Dyke:
Dear Bruce,
Terribly sorry for not being around when you next made land fall
in St. Maartens, but I was summoned away on business in Trinida.
Alas, a banker's job is never done. I've told my replacement to
take care of you if you ever decided to use our Bank's services,
and I left this letter with him in case I wasn't back when you
did so.
I know you're always looking for good men, and that you run a
tight and happy crew. In my recent travels to Curaçao, I met
a fine young surgeon who is looking for work. The life in town
isn't as glorious as he'd like it to be.
I also have a nephew in town, who I intend of giving a captainship
to in a few years, but he needs experience, and I would be much
obliged if you could also consider him to be part of your crew. He
is a quick learner and has extremely good eyesight.
So if you ever have a chance to land in Curaçao, do look up
James van Dyke. He's got a room at the Zeemeermin Herberg. The
Doctor you can easily find: his name is Sébastien Larocque.
Wishing you fair winds and fortune,
Joost van Dyke
After reading it through again, Nicholson pocketed the letter and started looking for the Zeemeermin Herberg, or a doctor's cabinet...