"Honored Captain Chiwako, your 'investigation' this time truly brought back a rich harvest!"
Night fell and bonfires flared to life. In a low thatched hut, Priest Tomatl sat cross-legged with a clay jar in his arms, drinking fresh fish soup as he teased Chiwako.
"The Main God bears witness! I spent all day in the village, thinking about how to convert Chief Water Splash. Puapu, meanwhile, was in the grass hut, busy 'converting' the women of the Taino Tribes. And you were up at the great lake upstream, 'converting' lost fish... We are all throwing ourselves into danger for the glory of the Main God!"
"Ahem, ahem!"
Hearing this, the old Militia looked awkward and hurriedly lowered his head, drinking the hot, fragrant fish soup. He pondered Priest Tomatl's complaint, then his eyes shifted, and suddenly he had an idea.
"Blessed by the Main God! Priest Tomatl, this time I went fishing with the Taino Fishermen and learned two new ways to catch fish. One is using fish to catch fish—fish angling. The other is using herbs to catch fish, drugging the fish numb..."
Old Militia Chiwako spoke with a perfectly serious face, explaining in detail the new fishing methods he had learned for a while. Then, just before Tomatl could frown and speak, he finally said with a beaming smile, "Actually, I think preaching among the Taino Tribes is much the same as fishing!"
"Hmm? Preaching, fishing?"
Tomatl was startled, then asked in a low voice, "Captain Chiwako, please explain carefully."
"Well, preaching is like fishing. You're just thinking of ways to get the fish into the basket. Chief Water Splash has seen much and knows much, so he won't bite easily. Then it's better simply to use herbs and 'drug him numb,' coax him along, and hold the