I was the Founding Father of the United States

Chapter 1 North American Slave Ships

At noon on July 11, 1763, in the North Atlantic Ocean, off the Delmava Peninsula (Delava Colony), a three-masted sailing merchant ship flying the Rhodes Colony's "Anchor of Hope" flag was sailing rapidly northward.

At this moment, the sky was cloudless. Apart from the sailors, everyone else was working hard to wash the deck and tidy the ropes under the command of the second mate and the bosun. Most of them looked at the faint coastline to the west, and their faces showed a relaxed expression.

Even the most complaining old man, Jansen, who was also the oldest sailor on the ship, was absentmindedly combing the ropes with an iron hook.

At this moment, everyone, including Captain Stephen Christie, was thinking the same thing—

Zero deaths!

The Jenna traveled from Providence, the slave coast of Africa, to Cuba, and finally back from Cuba, a journey that took 12 weeks. If we exclude the “reasonable” losses of the slaves on the return voyage from Africa, not a single one of the 37 sailors on board died from disease or accident!

This is simply a miracle, a blessing from God!

It should be noted that today, not a single merchant ship engaged in the triangular trade in the North American colonies can return with all crew members on board!

For a medium-sized merchant ship with a crew of about twenty sailors, it would be extremely lucky if three-quarters of the sailors returned home alive after completing the triangular trade route from North America to Africa to the Caribbean!

Scurvy, dysentery, yellow fever, hurricanes, shipwrecks, pirate attacks, running aground... any of these can cost a person their life!

Under normal circumstances, the mortality rate of ocean-going sailors is often as high as 35%, or even 50%!

This is the allure of seafaring: wealth comes from the ocean, but it also brings terrible death; it's a game for the brave!

Everyone on the ship knew in their hearts that their good fortune was primarily due to God's mercy, and secondly, to the Asian man named Robin Chen, whom they had pulled from the Atlantic Ocean two months earlier...

Thinking of the mysterious Eastern doctor, George Mills, captain of the merchant ship Jenna, over forty years old, wearing a tricorn hat, a long blue coat, with a thick beard and blue eyes, slowly lowered his monocular telescope, beckoned to a young sailor nearby who was cleaning the deck with his companions, and instructed him:

"...Andrew! We're almost home. Go and fetch Dr. Robin! I need to talk to him!"

"...Yes, Captain!"

Upon hearing this, Andrew immediately stood at attention in the manner of the British Navy and answered, then tossed the mop in his hand to his companion and excitedly turned to go into the cabin to find someone.

The Jenna is not large, only a little over 400 tons, and is a typical Newport News Shipbuilding product that was rushed out of the shipyard. In terms of various details and configurations, it is inferior to merchant ships built by shipyards in the UK.

However, North America has abundant timber resources, so ships are generally larger, and therefore have more space to set up cabins, unlike some European merchant ships that make the most of the space, cramming every sailor into a hammock... except, of course, the lower decks where slaves were imprisoned.

Andrew greeted the sailors who were cleaning the cannons, then went to a cabin door below deck, straightened his collar and hat, and gently knocked, saying respectfully:

"...Reverend Jason, Dr. Robin, are you there? The captain requests Dr. Robin's presence!"

With a creak, the wooden hatch opened, and a middle-aged man with a mustache, dressed in a grey priest's robe, saw Andrew and smiled:

"...Oh! It seems the captain wants to talk to Robin about the arrangements after we go ashore...Robin! You probably really need to make a decision!"

He turned back to say the second half of his sentence into the room, and Andrew followed his gaze. In the cramped cabin, he saw a fair-skinned, exceptionally handsome Asian man in a white shirt sitting at a desk, holding a pencil and writing something. The sunlight streaming in through the porthole made him radiant, like an angel...

Andrew couldn't help but recall the scene a month ago when he was tormented by dysentery in Havana... At that time, he had already felt God's call, but Dr. Robin saved him from the brink of death with just a small white pill!

From that moment on, he was convinced that Dr. Robin was a man blessed by God, so when he saw the other looking at him, he immediately said respectfully:

"Dr. Robin! The captain requests your presence!"

"...Okay! Thank you, Andrew!"

Chen Wenbin nodded to the young Andrew, then closed his notebook, stood up, looked at the middle-aged pastor at the door, took a deep breath, nodded earnestly, and said, "...Pastor Jason! I would like to request that you perform my baptism on the ship!"

The middle-aged pastor finally couldn't help but smile. He said with satisfaction, "...Robin! You possess upright character and a spirit of compassion. I am honored to baptize you and accept you as a brother of the Rhodes Island Church!"

God is watching over you!

Seeing this, Andrew was also overjoyed. Although Dr. Robin Chen had said from the beginning that he was an Eastern Christian, he was a Catholic, not a Protestant. Now that he was willing to join the Baptist Church and become a brother in the same church as him, that was wonderful!

Chen Wenbin felt a little annoyed looking at their reactions. As a well-rounded young man from the 21st century, he believed in materialism, not God or Jesus.

But he had no choice but to accept this pledge of loyalty!

In those days, the British North American colonies were the domain of various Protestant churches. If a Chinese person didn't follow Jesus's lead, even if he saved a few lives with sulfamethoxazole and vitamin pills, he probably wouldn't be able to save his own life in the end!

His experiences on the INS Jenna over the past two months have repeatedly reminded him of the cruelty of this era, and that the ancestors of these beacon people in the North American colonies were definitely not kind people!

They never show mercy to "outliers"!

Either be eliminated and driven out! Or be enslaved!

The former were the Native Americans, and the latter... were the black slaves who had been crammed together like sardines in the hold beneath his feet!

Yes!

The Jenna was a slave ship!

Three months ago, she set off from Providence in the British North American Rhode Island colony, carrying rum and other goods to the West African coast to buy slaves, then carrying slaves to the Caribbean islands to sell, and finally buying sugar and other raw materials for brewing rum, before returning to Rhode Island...

And I happened to cross into the nearby sea shortly after the Jenna left Providence.

However, none of that matters. The most crucial thing is that this transmigrator doesn't have any additional system cheats!

Surprisingly! There's nothing there! Neither the system nor any cheats!!

The only thing about him that could barely be considered a cheat code was that his physical attributes had become much stronger in all aspects, including strength, reaction speed, and memory, all of which were pro versions of his original self.

Especially his memory and thinking ability. This improvement in thinking ability is like having the frosted glass in his brain removed. He can now understand almost all mechanical design problems with just a little thought.

Even amidst various schemes and machinations, he can often foresee danger and find the most advantageous solution for himself.

But apart from that, he was still a mortal, at best a genius among humans.

The backpack that fell into the water with him contained only some personal clothes, medicine, and other small items, which were of little help.

Chen Wenbin could only say... This is outrageous!