The sea was azure, the sky a deep blue, the coastline stretching east, while land appeared to the south. To the north, the Caribbean Sea grew ever more boundless, and the kingdom's seven-ship fleet was mooring by a small village on the southern coast.
"This is Tail Village? Tail Village of the Tail Feather Clan?"
Chiwako widened his eyes, carefully studying the little village by the sea. It was not large, probably only a few hundred people. Some villagers were busy inside the settlement, and when they saw the fleet by the shore, they were only a little surprised. They were not overly excited, and no one came forward to sell anything.
Overall, the seaside Tail Village was very crude and simple. It had no palisade or walls, and the villagers looked very honest and plain. But strangely, two li outside the village, a small pyramid Temple more than ten meters tall had been built, standing there abruptly.
The old militiaman gazed at the small Temple for a while. The Temple's style was extremely ancient and plain, even many of its bricks and tiles were broken, as if it had endured several thousand years of vicissitudes. Inside the Temple, it seemed empty and bare, with no idol sculpture, and no priests or warriors stationed there. He looked at the coast again. The white sandy beach lay quiet, without any trace of warriors, and no birds could be seen either.
"Tikalo, why is this village called Tail Village? Is it because of that Tail Feather Clan? And what's that Temple beside it for? How come there isn't even an idol?"
"Captain Chi, since you ask about this Tail Village, then it's truly, truly no ordinary place!"
Tikalo stood at the prow, gazing toward the distant land, as if trying to find