The warm and humid long wind from the coast wrapped the lush Caribbean islands. On the seaside outside the Taino Village, novel-style longships were docked, from which the Kingdom's Warriors, clad in armor and armed with spears, disembarked. Emerging from the round-roof huts, Taino villagers held food and drinks, their faces gleaming with joy. Under the embrace of the blazing sun and the vast sky, distant tribes met as if reuniting after years, with only enthusiasm and sincere welcomes to offer.
Soon, jars of tobacco were ignited, the fragrant scent wafting everywhere in the air. Young Taino men and women, full of curiosity, stood on both sides, observing the Lake Central Tribe members disembarking one after another.
Huitu Puap, carrying a bronze axe and a long spear on his back, cautiously alighted from the ship. He grasped the bronze axe at his waist, first glancing at the village men.
"Ah! Chief Divine, why are they all so tall? Their clothing is strange too..."
