Wooden CratesIt was a night not unlike many other nights. Jeb sat watchful, his hands idle upon the oars of his skiff, while aboard the Green Myst, wooden crates were hoisted from below decks and loaded onto similar waiting skiffs. Methodically, one after one, the ship disgorged its cargo. (Cargo: loosely defined as the value of coin collected by the simple moving of these crates from the Green Myst to the shoreline.) Horse drawn wagons waited upon the banks to carry the cargo to warehouses on the wrong side of Savannah where the wooden crates were burned, the contents safely inventoried.Jeb could not help but notice the name burned in heavy black ink