“Are you sure about that,” Genevie said, “you really love your wine.”
“Oh, I am sure,” Veronica laughed.
The games started with poker and escalated into stud and ended with craps. Game after game the colony slowly started to disappear from the grasps of England and begin to belong to Spain. Once the men were done playing they had nothing left but their socks and underwear.
“We will pick it up in the morning, the women said tiredly.”
Three gun shots filled the morning air as the Roanoke residents woke up terrified. The three men ran outside to find the mistresses standing outside of their door.
“We have come to pick up our earnings,” the women smirked
Ear splitting screams of women and children came from the houses as the families tried to fight off the Spanish soldiers.
“We are sorry, please don't do this to us,” the men pleaded.
“Ya, we were irresponsible and sorry,” Andrew wailed.
“Sorry, but a deal is a deal and you all lost the deal.”
Once the whole island was in ruins the women took a stone and carved a phrase into the side of a tree, Croatoan.
“That’ll take care of that nasty John White,” Genevieve