Eight years later.
The coast of Giant Tree Island.
It was an afternoon in the dry season.
The blazing sun hung high, its light spilling across the heaving sea. Flecks of white drifted with the waves, glaring patches of brilliance flashing as the radiant surf slapped against the beach, making a sound like palm leaves brushed by the wind.
The massive redwood ship that had been gone for several months was now packed with people who had poked their heads out early, gradually drawing closer to this island of giant trees.
"My heavens, so this is Giant Tree Island."
"These trees really are huge. They're almost as big as the redwood the god bestowed upon us."
"There are actually so many birds on this island. Don't tell me they get to eat meat every meal here? No wonder they all came back fatter last time."
The people landing on the island raised their heads excitedly, looking at the flocks of birds in all different colors circling in the sky and the sweeping groves of towering trees, shaken by this magnificent and strange scenery so different from their own island.
Though as early as six years ago, they had already heard the first returning warriors describe this island.
But hearsay and seeing it with one's own eyes were completely different things.
Over these eight years.
Ned and the tribespeople had begun establishing a camp on Giant Tree Island, but relying only on several dozen people and the remaining Cave Dwellers, wanting to complete all kinds of construction on this enormous island was naturally far from enough.
Therefore.
After a brief year of rest and recovery.
Ned led the people into the preparations for a second voyage.
During these years, it was not only this massive redwood ship; the Tribe also had