The Longship cut across the waves, the Lagoon rose and fell, and the bay shore was a scene of bustle. After hundreds of people had worked back and forth for half a month, the Kingdom camp at Iron Bay Town had begun to take shape.
The Kingdom priests hurried over, checked the kernels of the Malabu Tree, and were instantly overjoyed. The kernels of this tree truly held an astonishing amount of oil! Even with rough pressing, they could squeeze out more than twenty percent oil; it was indeed the oil crop the Kingdom urgently needed.
Very soon, several more sacks of Malabu Tung Oil Tree seeds were added to the fleet old Militia Chiwako was taking back. Their guide, Black Stone, even made a special point of reminding them that the seeds of this tung oil tree were poisonous, and the oil pressed from them could only be used, not eaten.
The day was drawing toward dusk, and the setting sun cast down rosy clouds. Old Militia Chiwako stood on a small hill near the iron mine, gazing at the sunset by the sea.
Near the iron mine, the trees were sparse, while long grass spread everywhere. Not far beneath the old Militia's feet was a large patch of Flame Grass unique to Cuba. This grass was in bloom, its flowers shaped like flames, their colors a brilliant red and deep purple, looking very festive.
"Respected Captain Chiwako, what are you looking at?"
"Respected Priest Tomatl, I'm looking at the red setting sun, and also at the purplish-red flowers."
Hearing this, Priest Tomatl's mouth curled up, and he asked with a smile.
"Oh? Then which is more beautiful—the setting sun, or the flowers?"
"I've seen many sunsets by the sea. But looking from here, with the iron mine here,