"Priest, sir! The raiding fleet struck in the night, captured one of the demons' great ships, seized eight white-skinned prisoners, and set the second great ship on fire too!... But in the end, they still let the second ship escape!..."
"Main God bless us! I have already seen it. The warriors fought very well, and they truly did all they could! I will report to Chief Priest Tomatl in person and record the raiding fleet's merit!..."
"Ah, thank you! Honored priest, sir!"
The sun climbed to the middle of the sky, and brilliant light fell across the waters of Gonave Bay, flashing in rippling gleams. The seawater here was a clear pale green, a sign of the shallows near the continental shelf. Right now, more than a hundred Taino Canoes were carrying two or three hundred Militia, roaming across the waters where the battle had taken place, searching for any possible spoils.
Some Militia picked up wooden barrels the "White-Skinned Demons" had thrown overboard. When they opened them, the contents were a complete mess—there was everything inside! Some barrels held tools and planks from the ship, while most were filled with iron blocks and stones used as ocean-going ballast. Some barrels were packed full with precious salt, but the very next barrel might be filled with pickled fish so foul it made people dizzy!
"Ugh! These white-skinned demons are truly strange! They can actually stomach pickled fish this foul?..."
From time to time, Taino Militia paddled their small boats over, bringing "spoils of war" back to the respected "priest of the Main God." And the one they respectfully reported to was the "ordinary Militia" who had spoken with Shushu earlier. At this moment, he had changed into priestly garments and was standing on a larger Dugout Warship, gazing at the