"O great Main God the Sun! The white-skinned evil demons have left the bay! They boarded their big ships and went east onto the sea!..."
"The Main God protects us! Hurry and send messengers to report back to High Priest Tomatl in Iron Bay Town!..."
"Right, and Captain Puapu too! He's been waiting, thirsting and starving for three years, and he's even had four children already... He's counting on making a great achievement and reporting it to His Majesty!..."
The sun slanted west, and the waters beside the Pomelo Water Tribe's "Little Water Bay" glittered, gradually returning to quiet. Two canoes left the Taino village and paddled south toward the Great Lake without stopping for a moment. There was a narrow creek there, connecting to the vast "Big Water Bay" farther south. And on the southeastern shore of "Big Water Bay" stood the kingdom's central town in Cuba, the stronghold garrisoned and patrolled by Longship Samurai, the only place that produced Ironware—Iron Bay Town!
"Damn it! Damn those natives! They started shouting for murder the moment we met—nothing but a pack of savages... Damn it! We didn't get a single scrap of supplies!..."
On the Pinta, Captain Big Pinzon's brows were locked tight as he listened to the sailors' reports. Anger showed on his face, along with bafflement he could not begin to understand.
"Holy Mother! The natives on this great island clearly look the same as the ones in the islands, so why is their attitude completely different? What on earth is the reason they hate us so much?... Sisco, what do you think?"
"Brother, the natives on the Great Island of Cipangu are indeed very different from the natives of the Bahamas! There are a great many natives here. At every turn, they are large tribes of a