Prompt: Write about a town that has ran [sic] out of sugar supply.
Finally, a prompt that I can't use in a George storyline. While I'm on the subject of slaves... (this is set in the same world, too)

When the slave rebellion in the Subigho islands had finally quieted, the sugar reserves of our quiet little seaside town had run out. As the Middle Queendom immediately increased her taxes on sugarcane and its product, illegal dealings began to go down in our sleepy village.

Because of all the crowding that had met the Middle Queendom after the population boom of 50 years ago, the small, whitewashed houses of our settlement were clumped together indescrimanetly, often sharing walls. As illegal alcohol trade had always thrived in our village, there had been two-way cupboards and hidden attic passageways built a generation before ours. When the smugglers came from the Subhigo islands, we were ready. Soon enough, the scheme included the entire town, and we were trafficing sugar to nearby towns and cities, including the notorious party city of Yaaqur. Those who refused to participate met with lots of pressure, and most either caved to it or left.

The result was that we grew very rich indeed.