Long ago, a dream was dreamt
of an empire built through furs and pelts.
In service of King and Country,
A Company of Adventurers was born.
They heard the callings
of a true north, strong and free.
They formed connections,
weaved treaties, built communities.
The times changed, as they always do.
Pelts fell out of style, and the people yearned for something new.
The Bay, too, changed… and it grew.
It evolved, adapted, reinvented itself…
And it thrived.
It survived, outliving its rivals.
It diversified, paving a new path forward,
becoming a jack of all trades.
Alas, this in time would seal its fate.
Its wares grew too costly for the common folk,
too lackluster for the upper class…
It could adapt no longer to the changing landscapes,
for its feet were caught in a trap of its own design…
and so the dream died, crushed by its own weight.
Tyler DeWriter 