Louisiana, Florida, the T&T canal, the election and the latest from the Other Peninsular War… I picked a great time to get sick.
August 30, 1816
6:45 a.m.
Tampa Bay area
The government of British Florida was a triumvirate of sorts. Admiral Cochrane was in charge of the fleet protecting it, while Major General Gibbs was in charge of the regiments stationed there. Then there was the newly-arrived colonial governor, Thomas Stamford Bingley Raffles. All three men were standing on the tip of the lip of land between Tampa Bay and Hillsborough Bay, observing the construction of what Cochrane had humbly named “Fort Cochrane” while Raffles sketched out a plan for the streets of the port that would hopefully arise here, a city they had already named “Trafalgar.”
“How did you come by this posting?” said Cochrane.
“I was serving as lieutenant-governor of Java before we returned it to the Dutch,” said Raffles. “I returned to London and was told directly that I was wanted here. The Crown desires a colony here that can at least support a few squadrons of the navy.”
“But who would move here of their own free will?” said Cochrane. “Malaria, yellow jack, monstrous reptiles…”
"A few are coming," said Gibbs. "There is already a small community of Jews in the northeast, near St. Augustine. Whether it will amount to anything no one can say just yet.”
“Perhaps we could send transported prisoners here,” said Cochrane. “Easier than sailing them clear to Australia.”
“And have them run away to America the first chance they got?” said Gibbs.
“Plantations, I suppose,” said Cochrane. “God knows it feels hot enough to grow sugarcane.” There was a reason they were out and about this early — later in the day it would become truly miserable.
Raffles shook his head. “There’ll be no slavery in Florida under my jurisdiction,” he said.
“You are an abolitionist, I take it?” said Cochrane.
“Do you remember what Fouché said of the murder of the Duc d’Enghien?” said Raffles. “That it was ‘worse than a crime, it was a blunder’?”
“I thought it was Talleyrand who said that,” said Cochrane.
Raffles shook his head. “Talleyrand said many clever things, but I’m sure it was Fouché who said this. In any event, slavery is worse than an evil — it is a liability, at least in a colony under any sort of military threat. It amounts to little more than importing a fifth column of spies and saboteurs for the enemy to make use of.”
“Then who is to build the port?”
“We will recruit labourers from India and the Far East,” he said. “I imagine there’ll be Hindu untouchables only too happy to settle a land where no one cares about caste. And poor Bengalis, Javanese and Balinese… I assure you, these swamps will hold no terrors for them, and rice should grow well here. Possibly Chinese as well. A period of indentured servitude to pay off the cost of transportation, followed by land grants… If more workers are wanting, I dare say there are Haitians and Jamaican freedmen looking for employment.”
“Land grants?” said Gibbs. “I think the Seminoles and Creeks may have something to say about that.”
“How many of them are there?” said Raffles.
“I haven’t done a precise census,” said Gibbs. “I would estimate there are about 20,000 Creeks and 5,000 Seminoles. But they are our allies — in fact, I plan to organize their warriors into regiments.”
“I dare say we can work something out,” said Raffles.
“If you hold to your plans, this will become a very… strange colony,” said Cochrane.
“I do not imagine that Florida is destined to become a land of Saxon blood and Anglican creed,” said Raffles. “But I will see it become a loyal and valued part of the British Empire.”