Tengen Island floated quietly in the southern sky, just a few hundred kilometers away from the Cedar Islands. On this day, the whole island was alive. Lanterns hung from houses and trees, bright ribbons waved in the wind, and the smell of roasted fish filled the air. People laughed, traded food, drank, and danced. It was the biggest celebration the island had seen in years — the chief's daughter was getting married.
"Keep the drums steady!" an elder shouted, standing at the plaza with his face painted in festival colors. "The chief's daughter will walk soon!"
"She's really beautiful," a merchant whispered to his friend. "Even Captain Redwood stared at her the last time she visited his ship to pay the tribute."
