"Ancestors! There really are white-skinned tribes, appearing on great ships! It's just like what the western tribes proclaimed—they even have terrifying big beards!..."
"Ah! Evil spirits! They really are white-skinned evil spirits!..."
"Cassava God! Will they be like the western tribes said, incomparably greedy and vicious, spreading terrible death?..."
"Leave! Hurry and leave! Don't come near!..."
After sailing somewhat northwest, briefly passing the northern part of the Northern Virgin Islands, and brushing past the later-famous "Lolita Island," the Kingdom of Portugal's exploration fleet ran into an unexpected storm. And because their route had taken them too far north, in the voyage to avoid the storm, they likewise avoided the long, narrow "Great Island of Valor," which later generations would know as Puerto Rico.
In the end, beneath February's warm breeze, following the traces of Taino fishing boats, when they approached the western shore, what suddenly appeared before their eyes was the island of mountains in the mouths of the Taino, "Haiti"! And now that they had reached this place, they were truly only a step away from the western Main God's Hot Land, Cuba!
"Lord! An island this large must have an astonishing number of Natives, more than all the islands we passed before!"
"That's right! Captain! That 'native kingdom' Columbus ran into might just be here! And even if it isn't here, it's probably connected to the natives here!..."
"Yes! Chief, look at their village. It's clearly bigger than every village we've encountered before! Look at their big thatched huts, their big wooden houses, and that whole stretch of connected fields! I reckon this is at least a village of a thousand people!..."
On the flagship Caravel, Bruno narrowed his eyes, gazing toward the village on the western shore. His expression was full of vigilance, wariness against that swarm