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“I’m going to Barbados” you tell the magistrate. He points you to another room, where another grumpy deputy tells you to shut up. //I haven’t said anything// you think. No matter.  The deputy takes the whole group of you down to the port, which is buzzing with activity. Men unload casks of tobacco from Virginia, wine from Spain, sugar from Barbados, and tea and spices from Asia. They load the empty ships with English products: dried fish, livestock, and a lot of cloth. You hear dozens of languages and see people from all over the world as you walk along the docks.


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