Secrets of the New World (Infini Calendar) (Volume 2) by Scott Kinkade Page B
Authors: Scott Kinkade
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Marmara into the Aegean Sea. From there they went south into the Mediterranean, from which they headed west, eventually hitting the Atlantic. From there it was a straight shot to the United States’ east coast.
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Washington Port, United States, December 11, 1792 (Infini Calendar), 7:00 p.m.
The Hapsburg Pride docked at the port of the American capital of Washington. They had travelled up a body of water which Farahilde had been told was called Chesapeake Bay, into a river called the Potomac. The Potomac apparently ran through the city. As it was winter in America, the sun had long since set and it was very cold out. Everyone on board was now wearing coats.
After leaving the Istanbul Strait, Leopold had insisted on drilling everything he knew about the city into Farahilde’s head.
After the Americans defeated the British following their revolution, they decided they needed a neutral area to serve as the nation’s capital. Two states within the country, Virginia and Maryland, donated land for this purpose. President George Washington chose the exact land to make up the boundaries of the capital which would be named after him. Farahilde personally thought that was the height of egotism, but Leopold insisted it wasn’t the President’s idea. Rather, the people adored him for helping to win the revolution and wanted to pay tribute to him. To Farahilde, he still sounded too much like the past couple rulers of France.
The city was built on the northern shore of the Potomac. Each side of Washington was about sixteen kilometers in length and the city’s borders formed a diamond shape with the Potomac running along the south, east and west sides. The area was originally a forest, but much of that had since been cleared to make room for the city proper. However, the Potomac still had a reputation for being a filthy cesspit. Farahilde made a mental note to not drink the water.
From what she could observe from the deck of the ship, Washington looked almost as modern as Paris. Large buildings loomed in the distance and just about every one of them was lit up.
As the ship went along the northern bank of the Potomac, though, she noticed what appeared to be a small village overlooking the river. The settlement—if that was what it was—was made up of crude wooden houses which stood in stark contrast to the rest of the city. Furthermore, there were numerous red lanterns which hung on every house and on a number of trees as well. The inhabitants were dressed strangely as well; almost all of them wore what looked to Farahilde like full-length robes, and some of them had what she could have sworn were long needles holding up their hair.
“What do you suppose is wrong with them?” she asked Frederick who stood next to her on the starboard side.
“I suppose that’s just their custom,” he shrugged.
“I’ve never seen anyone like them.”
“They might say the same about us.”
“I guess,” she said. “Although, I thought they were supposed to be related to the English. They don’t look anything like the English.”
He laughed, “Perhaps they even rebelled against English fashion.”
She shared the laugh. “At least they’re not wearing those stupid wigs.”
A voice behind her said angrily, “And what’s wrong with those wigs?”
She turned around. Leopold was standing there. “Plenty,” she replied.
He just shook his head and rolled his eyes. “We’re going to disembark soon. Get ready.” He then left to attend to other things.
They soon docked at a pier along the river, a kilometer from the strange settlement they had been observing. Leopold disembarked with a contingent of his guards, a few of which were carrying the trunk containing the mysterious artifact requested by the president of the United States. Farahilde and Frederick followed a short distance behind. They, too, were flanked by guards, though only a handful compared to the large group escorting their
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Washington Port, United States, December 11, 1792 (Infini Calendar), 7:00 p.m.
The Hapsburg Pride docked at the port of the American capital of Washington. They had travelled up a body of water which Farahilde had been told was called Chesapeake Bay, into a river called the Potomac. The Potomac apparently ran through the city. As it was winter in America, the sun had long since set and it was very cold out. Everyone on board was now wearing coats.
After leaving the Istanbul Strait, Leopold had insisted on drilling everything he knew about the city into Farahilde’s head.
After the Americans defeated the British following their revolution, they decided they needed a neutral area to serve as the nation’s capital. Two states within the country, Virginia and Maryland, donated land for this purpose. President George Washington chose the exact land to make up the boundaries of the capital which would be named after him. Farahilde personally thought that was the height of egotism, but Leopold insisted it wasn’t the President’s idea. Rather, the people adored him for helping to win the revolution and wanted to pay tribute to him. To Farahilde, he still sounded too much like the past couple rulers of France.
The city was built on the northern shore of the Potomac. Each side of Washington was about sixteen kilometers in length and the city’s borders formed a diamond shape with the Potomac running along the south, east and west sides. The area was originally a forest, but much of that had since been cleared to make room for the city proper. However, the Potomac still had a reputation for being a filthy cesspit. Farahilde made a mental note to not drink the water.
From what she could observe from the deck of the ship, Washington looked almost as modern as Paris. Large buildings loomed in the distance and just about every one of them was lit up.
As the ship went along the northern bank of the Potomac, though, she noticed what appeared to be a small village overlooking the river. The settlement—if that was what it was—was made up of crude wooden houses which stood in stark contrast to the rest of the city. Furthermore, there were numerous red lanterns which hung on every house and on a number of trees as well. The inhabitants were dressed strangely as well; almost all of them wore what looked to Farahilde like full-length robes, and some of them had what she could have sworn were long needles holding up their hair.
“What do you suppose is wrong with them?” she asked Frederick who stood next to her on the starboard side.
“I suppose that’s just their custom,” he shrugged.
“I’ve never seen anyone like them.”
“They might say the same about us.”
“I guess,” she said. “Although, I thought they were supposed to be related to the English. They don’t look anything like the English.”
He laughed, “Perhaps they even rebelled against English fashion.”
She shared the laugh. “At least they’re not wearing those stupid wigs.”
A voice behind her said angrily, “And what’s wrong with those wigs?”
She turned around. Leopold was standing there. “Plenty,” she replied.
He just shook his head and rolled his eyes. “We’re going to disembark soon. Get ready.” He then left to attend to other things.
They soon docked at a pier along the river, a kilometer from the strange settlement they had been observing. Leopold disembarked with a contingent of his guards, a few of which were carrying the trunk containing the mysterious artifact requested by the president of the United States. Farahilde and Frederick followed a short distance behind. They, too, were flanked by guards, though only a handful compared to the large group escorting their
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