The voyage began with a whispered secret and a most peculiar piece of wood.
Upon first impression, it was nothing extraordinary. Just a simple cut of log, brought back from an explorer’s journey to the new world. The whole continent was nothing but vast forests, untamed, unclaimed. Lumber was hardly a surprising resource.
But this cut, this tree, was different.
It was not oak or pine.
It was not walnut or cherry or maple or birch.
It wasn’t like anything the man had ever seen.
Impressively strong. Surprisingly flexible. Impossibly light.
Lumber from this tree could be fashioned into the finest fleet of ships ever known. It could create bridges that would span for miles. Houses and buildings and palaces. All would spring up like weeds and last for centuries.
This was a tree that could build an empire.
The man paid the explorer three times.
Once, for the cut itself.
A second time, for the explorer to show the man the exact place he’d found the trees. Together they crossed the sea, then a bay, then a cove. The explorer canoed them deep into the new wilderness, tracing…