The first night you do, but then a savior

The initial night was very difficult. Falling asleep on the harsh cobblestones while being worried if you would be arrested for vagrancy was very distressing to say the least. At the very least the country is warmer than England, but it has many more pests as well. The two of you wake up covered in bug bites. To further your dismay, Buchi seems to have gotten sick. She can't help but vomit in the street while you fret about her.

You anxiously pace about, trying to make up a plan when somebody taps your shoulder. You almost jump from fright, expecting a guard to be there ready to escort the two of you to debtor's prison. Instead, it is a short, elderly man in the finest clothes you have seen anyone from the colony wearing thus far. "Excuse me big 'un, is she yours?" he asks in a Scottish accent, pointing to Buchi. "I-I'm sorry about the mess, but we just got here and s-she's sick, a-and we don't have a place to stay-" The man interrupts your rant to pat your shoulder in a fatherly way. "Relax son, no need tuh be afeered o' ol' Mr. Robinson. Nae tell me, is she you'rn?" You think you understand his thick brogue. "Yes, she is." He looks thoughtful for a moment, putting a finger to his lip. "For a dark one she's quite the looker. Tell me lad, have you been with 'er? I wouldn' ask such a thing wi'out reason, just be honest." You look around nervously, then nod ashamedly. He slaps your shoulder "Ah, relax laddie. It's good tuh hear ye say yes. The thing is, I don't think tha' she's sick lad, I think she's mornin' sick." The words hit you like a lightning bolt. How could you be so stupid? You aren't sure whether to feel worse or better. You stand there at a loss for words, stuck in a backward colony in the middle of nowhere with a pregnant woman you...well you aren't sure yet.

The Scotsman notices your feeling of crisis. "Don't be blue sonny. I've been looking fer a person like you. I've a farm, ya see, and I'd like you to come work there. What d'you say?" Seeing as how this is your only potential bright spot, you agree immediately. "Oh, but I told Mr. Fowler I'd work the docks." His face grows dour. "Fowler? That cheatin' son of a bitch is nobody tuh worry over. I'll see ye much better off than Fowler would. Come, get your girl and we'll go." You walk over to Buchi and help her up, telling her as best you can that you're going with Mr. Robinson. Her eyes are a bit glazed from the lack of sleep and nausea, but she goes along with you all the same. After he finishes what business he had set out to do before meeting you, he takes the two of you in a carriage back to his plantation, going extra slow for Buchi's sake. It is way out in the wilderness far away from town, the estate being almost an island is a sea of trees. A large, elegant wooden house sits atop a low hill, looking out over fields plated mainly with tobacco. White and black men are bent over, picking the leaves from the plants to be turned into snuff and pipe tobacco. He sets the two of you up in a small but neat room in the house itself, which is better than what you were expecting honestly. "You two get some rest, I see you've had it rough. I'll be back in a while to talk to you about your duties" he says before closing the door. You lay Buchi down on the bed to let her sleep. "Don't worry. Soon I'll be out picking tobacco so we can live decently" you tell the girl as she rests on the pillows. It won't be an easy job, but it's better than no job, right?