"Praise the Main God! In mid-to-late June, at the Tlingit's Wolf Island gold mine, we left behind one longship and sixty warrior-sailors, establishing the Kingdom's Divine Gold Creek Port... This is a truly beautiful and bountiful harbor! The shallows and streams shimmer with dazzling golden light, and the mountains to the north are gilded and overflowing with color. Those continuous, glittering veins of gold ore lie hidden between the streams and hills, having slept for tens of millions of years—until our arrival!..."
"Praise the Main God! The divinity of the Main God is always fair! Because it is rich in gold veins, the vitality in the land around the port does not seem abundant. The plants are not lush, and there are few berries and tree seeds that can be gathered. Within several dozen li of the port, there is only one small Tlingit tribe of several dozen people. And after the Kingdom's fleet displayed sufficient warriors, food, salt, and fuel, this tribe of several dozen people also decisively chose to join the 'Longship Great Tribe'..."
"The Main God bears witness! Sometimes, I cannot tell apart the Tsimshian recruited by the fleet from the Tlingit. Their appearances and builds are very similar, and they are generally taller and stronger than the Kingdom's warriors. They are all coastal fishing-and-hunting tribes, migrating south from the far northern interior, paddling hide rafts and wooden canoes, carrying harpoons and throwing spears on their backs, and also dragging movable little huts. They all worship God Mountain and animal totems, believe that all things have spirits, and believe in the heroic spirits of their ancestors. Even their languages are very similar..."
The long black night sank into the deep sea of the west, while golden dawn was slowly glimmering up from the sea in the east.