What this place needs is a good, solid tropical depression. Clear out the ice cream places, stand apart, keep your minds about you.
Quit freaking out. Lay back, chill, eat fish slowly, casually.
Buy your own booze, and keep it down after 11. So much wind here, gale force, knock you down wind.
Orange groves froze hard for good in '25, after a quarter century of prosperous juice business. Took another quarter century to get a paved road, electricity, and telephone service.
Not til after WWII.
The Creeks were robbed by McIntosh, also known as Hutkee. A greedy bastard who signed fake treaties for land and cash, who kidnapped, who sold people, who was bribed, who bribed, who was a particularly pitiful human.
Who brought misery on his peaceful nation. Who eventually died at 50 while escaping from his burning plantation home.
Outside, waited a few hundred Red Stick Law Menders delivering his sentence for unauthorized treaty activities. Each took an arrow shot.
Tough way to go, but everyone makes choices. Everyone contributes to their own demise.
Justice in Menawa's day.