"Hmm."
Elizabeth clicked her tongue repeatedly as she strolled along the shore. Margaret, who was following close behind, carefully approached her side.
"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"
"Ah, Margaret. I don't have much else to talk about right now. It was about that."
Elizabeth pointed with her chin beyond the coastline. There, several kilometers from the shore, another sandbar hundreds of meters wide stretched out like a barrier protecting Roanoke.
And on top of that long-stretched sandbar, magnificent coastal batteries were installed.
Above them, fully armed soldiers stood guard in all directions, and expensive bronze cannons brought from Scotland at great cost gleamed.
That was the reason the Queen of England could leisurely stroll along the shore.
Roanoke Island was completely safe.
