Joseph Starbuck said. “Morning, Joseph,” Jared Cofflin replied; even in the later months of the Year 10, the government of the Republic of Nantucket remained pleasantly informal. The Councilor for Finance and the Treasury leaned back in his chair. That was in an office of the Pacific National Bank, which was also the headquarters of the Republic’s departments of finance and taxation. It stood at the junction where Main Street turned southwest and Liberty branched off from it; the redbrick rectangle with its two white pillars in front had been erected in 1818, to finance the Island’s expanding whaling trade in the South Seas. Nearly two centuries ago, or more than three millennia in the future, but once again Nantucketer ships sailed all the seas of the earth. You need bold captains for an Age- of Expansion, Jared thought. You also need hardheaded bankers and a sound currency. “Good of you to drop by; I know it’s supposed to be a holiday for you,” Starbuck said. “But I wanted to catch you before you talked to young Tom Hollard over on Long Island.
What do You think about On The Oceans Of Eternity?
