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The sounds of CARNIVAL could be heard in the distance. “Captain! Brazilian troops are sailing straight for Port Royal! At this rate, they’ll be here in hours, we can’t stop them!” Henry, in his drunken stupor, attempts to respond. “W-what? I thought Brazil was still stuck burp fighting the Inuit?” Henry stands up, and promptly collapses, too much rum. Henry’s advisors take Henry and escape to their provisional capital of La Habana, but their fate is sealed.