Limits of Infinity

The humidity hung in the air, crushing the Earths inhabitants slowly to ground with the weight of a ship. Mosquitoes danced around and around, swarming, clumping, showing off their acrobatics as they dodged the many hands that at smacked them. Frogs croaked their songs, louder each time to outshine the others. Trees hung over everyone, waving in the wind, trying to speak in an unknown voice.

This was Jamestown, 1608.