Initial Plans for a Nation

At night, countless campfires burned along the shores of Wenmikudan Island, lighting up the darkness.

The Harot Tribe sat together, chatting and discussing their new lives on this unfamiliar island.

Supplies were so scarce that there were not even enough tents. Fortunately, the weather was fair, with no sign of rain or wind. The island's green plants were inedible, but they made decent fuel.

Life aboard the warship had been stifling for the past two weeks, and space was cramped. Once they reached shore, most people preferred sleeping outdoors to spending another night on the ship.

As they talked, the Harot Tribe saw their benefactors from the Sky Pirate Crew approaching with supplies.

Leading them was the little girl named Ayala.

Before long, five large tents had been pitched.

Only then did Ayala call out to everyone.

"Um, everyone, my captain brother asked me to bring these. We don't have many tents, so they'll go to the frail elderly, children, and the sick first. I'll also brew some medicinal soup and hand it out. If you drink a bowl before bed, you'll be less likely to catch a chill tonight. Please bear with things for a while. Little by little, everything will get better."

The Harot Tribe looked at the five large tents, then at young Ayala. Their uncertainty about the future began to ease.

"Thank you so much!"

Many were moved to tears.

"You don't need to thank us. From now on, we're family!"

Ayala smiled as she spoke.

"Family!"

That one word warmed their hearts and gave them a sense of belonging to the new nation they would build.

Ayala blushed shyly, nodded to everyone, and returned to the shore.

A small tent had been set up there. Inside were the members of the Sky Pirate Crew, along