Just as Apostle Peter voluntarily asked to be crucified upside down for the Lord, just as countless martyrs simply obeyed the approaching calamity.
Thinking this, White closed his eyes again. He tried to hold back the tears that were flowing.
Then the darkness lurking beneath his eyelids pounced on him.
"Ugh, aaagh!"
"Ah, Dad? Are you alright? Nemo will be here soon! So don't worry..."
"N-no... No..."
He had achieved everything he wanted to achieve in his life.
He wanted to establish an English colony in Chesapeake Bay, and today thousands of English people live in this land.
He desired glory that would continue after his death, and now he was a knight. He became Sir John White.
He wanted his daughter and granddaughter to live happily, and now Virginia had grown into an excellent young woman.
But... still...
He was afraid.
Afraid that this flesh would rot and crumble.
Afraid that this earthly life would end just like this.
