The songs of the Taino people, ancient and joyful, accompanied by the beat of drums, echoed inside and outside the leader's hut. The old militia, Chiwaco, listened patiently, his face full of a peaceful smile. Until the singing ceased, the ritual informing the spirit and ancestors also came to an end.
The hut returned to silence, and the old village chief, Yucama, reached into his arms, once again taking out a handful of Cohiba tobacco "Long Spears," handing them to Chiwaco. Soon, the two were puffing away, smoking the most primitive cigars, and began an honest conversation through the translator, Kuba.
"Respected Village Chief Yucama, our fleet needs food and water. I am willing to offer the goods of our fleet in exchange with you!"
The old militia, Chiwaco, spoke sincerely, revealing the purpose of his journey. Hearing this, the old village chief, Yucama, was startled for a moment and then replied with a smile.
