"Lord! Isn't everything that happened today a little too coincidental?... The natives' behavior all looks normal enough, but I keep feeling something is wrong somewhere..."
"Haaha! Scholar Martin, caution is a fine virtue, but too much caution is contempt for yourself and a lack of confidence!... Look! These friendly natives have brought us plenty of fruit, and some fresh fish and shrimp too. Boatswain Haroldo is the best cook on the ship! He has already inspected everything carefully and confirmed the food is safe. With so many ingredients, it's perfect for a sumptuous dinner, a proper celebration for everyone! A pity the wine is nearly all gone..."
The slanting sun cast its evening glow, and the fragrance of food drifted up from the flagship. Bruno was beaming with joy as he urged Haroldo to personally set to work and make a decent dinner. Silveira's consort ship was the same, all bustle and merriment when seen from afar. And seeing such a scene, the noble scholar Martin opened his mouth, then could not say anything at all.
The enormous wealth brought by trade with the natives had long since seized everyone's heart and mind. And the books in "eastern writing" were tied to the two captains' seafaring mission, tied to their power and prospects in the Kingdom of Portugal!
Under these circumstances, the fleet could not possibly leave overnight. No matter what Martin said, he would only be asking for embarrassment...
"Holy Mother bless us! Scholar Martin, why are you still standing there in a daze? Come eat with us!... Don't worry! After dinner, the fleet will move another league to the southwest! At night we'll keep things the same as yesterday and put out the torches... Let alone the natives having no ideas, even if they really overestimate themselves and