A Medical Approach

Bobo thought the locals were very reasonable.

There were only a little over twenty warriors in the village. Now they were lined up neatly beside the dock with Kamara's uncle and his family. Some of them had barely been pieced back together. More importantly, the men hauled out of the water had their hammers and chisels tied to their wrists with safety cords. The evidence was indisputable.

The village chiefs who had come to witness the duel agreed that the big ship had brought Kamara home, but Kamara's uncle had tried to sink it and steal its cargo. The people aboard had every right to kill them. Even the gods couldn't stand by and watch, so they had burned down the Totem Pole.

The crowd gathered nearby hadn't been attacked. Everyone had seen the village's bravest warriors killed by those "Cloud People," whose skin was as white as clouds, in just a few breaths. Now they had all hurried back into their homes.

Kamara was at a loss. This wasn't how the script he'd come up with was supposed to go.

Fists were the source of power. Kamara hadn't shown how hard he could hit, so he couldn't make the other villages submit. That would make his work difficult from here on out.

Blame Bobo and the others?

As if! They'd tried to sink the ship. Retaliation was only natural.

While Kamara was trying to figure out what to do next, someone else was launching a new venture.

"God of Light and the gods are one and the same. We simply call him by different names."

"We live a little closer to God of Light, just as the clouds are closer to the sun. That's why our skin is white, like the clouds."

"Grand Duke Wessen, who built the big