Exploration of the Lake Kingdom, The End of the Bay, The Boundless Northern Continent!

"Our ancestors bear witness, and the Main God watches over us! I, Chiwako, swear that the fleet will soon release the captives and leave the ancestral land of the Seri. The tribes of the lake and the Comcaac Seri tribe are friends, not enemies!"

"The flames of the ancestors bear witness to this oath! I, Lobster Pikamu, swear that so long as the chief of the great ships lets me return to my tribe and leaves our ancestral land, he will be my friend! I will lay down my weapon and sing and share with him the northern songs of the ancestors."

The two men cut their palms, and blood immediately flowed. Then, solemn-faced, they first swore their oaths in different languages, then reached out their right hands at the same time and pressed them tightly together, letting the crimson blood mingle!

"The ancestors bear witness! The blood oath will not change!"

After their unified shout, the blood oath was complete. In this era, oaths sworn by ancestors and blood always held a sacred power in people's hearts, promises respected and upheld by every tribe in the Americas!

After the oath, Pikamu's face softened considerably, even taking on a smile. Chiwako grinned broadly, though his face still twitched with pain. The two rubbed on a little Yucca juice and bandaged their wounds. Then they lowered their heads and touched foreheads, like a bobcat and a wild deer meeting for the first time.

"Friend! Let me loose. I won't strike again!"

"Mm, all right!"

Chiwako hesitated slightly, then carefully reached out and untied the ropes binding Pikamu. Pikamu flexed his thick wrists, glared fiercely at the savage Puapu, then looked deeply at the old militiaman. After that, he sat down cross-legged right on the deck.

"Friend, I'm thirsty, and hungry too.