"The beautiful causeway stretches across the lake, the towering Great Temple pierces the clouds... that is the land of prickly pears and stones in the lake, the eternal Tenochtitlan..."
The night settles deeply, and the camp gradually quiets down. The Mayan merchant Tikalo gently whispers, coaxing the children of the two Royal Families to sleep. Then, he comes to the flickering fire pit, rummages in his arms for a while, and takes out the last roll of Mayan Divine Smoke, handing it to the old militia Chiwaco.
"Captain Chi, would you like a roll?"
"Hmm."
The old militia Chiwaco reaches out to take the Divine Smoke, lighting it at the edge of the fire pit. Then, he places the smoke roll among those seated around. Several leaders of the fleet gather forward, their brows relaxed, breathing in the calming aroma.
"Captain Chi, I have a suggestion to discuss with you..."
"Hmm?"
