The waves rolled, the winding coastline turned from the north to the east. The beach was wide, and the smoke from salt boiling rose amidst the village. This was already the northwesternmost part of the Yucatan Peninsula, the Salt Village of the Canul Guardian Clan territory. A seaside village that produces sea salt, not very large, but quite prosperous.
The sea breeze warmed, seven Kingdom Longships were anchored by the coast of Salt Village, but no one disembarked. Old militia Chiwaco stood on the ship's prow, watching the dense crowd on the beach, listening to their uproarious shouting, straight left him dumbfounded.
"This? This?... What are they doing?!"
