“No,” Arthur said, turning to watch the fire reach the ammunition. “I just stopped dreaming.”
“You betrayed me, Arthur.”
And Arthur Morgan, blood in his lungs and peace in his heart, sank with her. RDR 2-IMPERADORA
Arthur lowered his binoculars. He’d heard stories in Saint Denis saloons—whispers of a mad Brazilian sugar baron named Álvaro de Sá. De Sá had envisioned turning the river into a superhighway, a Suez of the New World. The Imperadora —Portuguese for “Empress”—was his flagship. She was meant to carry coffee, rubber, and dreamers from the jungles of South America all the way to the smokestacks of Annesburg. “No,” Arthur said, turning to watch the fire
“If he comes here,” Arthur said finally, “he’ll destroy you. Not because he’s evil. Because he can’t help it. He sees a ship, he wants to sail. He sees a kingdom, he wants to conquer. And when the kingdom fights back, he’ll burn it down and call it necessary.” He’d heard stories in Saint Denis saloons—whispers of
And somewhere, in the warm waters of a Pacific island that was never Tahiti, an old woman named Magdalena poured two cups of coffee—one for herself, one for a ghost—and whispered to the sunrise: