Spring Creek Harbour
A former trading and fishing town.
Spring Creek Harbour was a small town, a village actually, located at the mouth of the Spring Creek in Spring Creek Bay.
Spring Creek Harbour originated as a watering hole for passing sailing ships en route to the big harbours in the new world. The creek water was fresh and of good quality, and the bay was navigable for even the larger ships. So when the first explorers reported the value of the location, it became marked on all the important navigational charts. The area around Spring Creek Harbour wasn't of any particular interest, and it was far from other trading hubs. Therefore, it didn't spawn a permanent population till about a hundred years later, when a farmer decided to settle in the rocky lands and sell the passing ships his produce.
The farmer didn't manage to grow much crop or raise big cattle in the rocky lands, his main produce was chicken, and chicken products egg and feather, also goats thrived well, and the cheese was happily bought by the ship's Purser. The small patches of nice earth they managed well enough to have some vegetables for their own consumption. Some other people joined him and small village emerged. Together, they had the manpower to clear a bit more land to make it suitable for farming. To make best use of the land, the houses where scattered around on the most rocky patches and pathways bend and turned around the little farming plots.
The river was small and had a pebble base and the shores where sand and rock mix. Not really suitable for taking ships any bigger than rowing barges inland or even landing them onshore.
With the rise of steam power on ships, the ships stopped coming for fresh water, as they could make this onboard now. And the little village that had grown up from selling produce to the passing ships dwindled. The ship suppliers who sold rope, sail and woodworks left first. The ship repair service soon after. With those gone, the loggers who managed to haul timber out of the difficult hilly and rocky surrounding lands had no market for their work, and they left to offer their trade elsewhere.
The farmers held out; they continued just working their patches of land and kept feeding themself. Stubborn by default.
Trout has been introduced into the new world somewhere during the colonisation age, and it spread along the coast. Trout also found itself swimming up the Spring Creek, where they loved the cold fresh water and the pebble river bed, and it became a popular breeding ground for the fish species.
In 1812 AD the Lord of Mirateia bought the rights to fish in the bay and on the whole river. The lord invested in a few river boats that could go upstream all the way to where the Trout favoured to bread. And he started fishing them. With his boats, he brought the fish back down to Spring Creek Harbour. This is also when the town's name got the -harbour suffix. Before, it was just known as Spring Creek.
The Lord of Mirateia build cold storage warehouses along the river in town, to store the caught fish until a ship came by to load it all, and sell it at the market. His investments payed off and he soon build a mansion for his family a small distance from the river up a hill. From where you could see over the small town, and he soon became the first official mayor of Spring Creek Harbour, a function he would hold until his death.
The lord was a smart man, and build his warehouses and his mansion on the most rocky patches, as not to disturb the sparse farming places. The free roaming goats and chickens los a bit of space, but with the additional logging that was done to build the buildings of the fishing enterprise, they got all the space they needed.
The influx of business brought life back to the town, and the farmers got neighbours again. Craftsmen serving all the aspects of the small fishing industry, staff for the manor house of the lord and even a pub established.
The Narwhal came swiftly alongside the much bigger Sunset Dawn. The crews greeted eachother as old friends, which they where. They had occasionally run into each other at Armani's Warehouse. But had both happily hunted on their own account.
But now on the otherside of the Caribbean the Narwhal had come for them, that was clear. "A Letter from Armani's cousin." The new captain said, with that he handed Rose an sealed envelope.
Rose was enchause to open it, as there was only one who would sent her a message via Armani and have the Narwhal chase after them.
It was dated two weeks a go, a small ping of pain went trough Rose her gut as she read on:
'Found them, meet at the Drop.' BSN.
"Do you need any stores?" She asked the crew of the Narwhal.
-"No we are good."
"At least stay for dinner. You must miss the creations of Alejandro.
When dinner was done Rose ordered full sails, and they made for Oranjestad as fast as possible.