The fleet from Dawn Port has set sail, with white sails gradually disappearing into the sea fog under the morning light.
Louis did not stay at the port to celebrate. That was merely the beginning of a long voyage, with the destination being Red Tide City, the brain of the Northern Territory.
So the carriage went southward, and he returned to his familiar desk, facing a mountain of documents and orders, starting a new round of administrative work.
Bradley pushed open the door, holding a heavy ledger, and bowed slightly, saying, "Sir, this is this year's harvest report."
Louis looked up without speaking, signaling him to continue.
"This year is also a bountiful harvest," Bradley opened the first page, "Total production is about 340,000 tons. Although the growth rate has slowed, the granaries remain full."
He paused and sighed lightly.
