"Vaffanculo! What's going on?! The natives here are completely different from those on the Bahamas Islands. Those on the Bahamas were so warm, peaceful, and friendly... Damn it! This is the first time meeting them, how can the natives of Cuba have such strong hostility? They even refuse to accept the gifts we sent... How are we supposed to resupply food and water now?... Merda! Damn barbarians!..."
On the Holy Maria, Columbus cursed and stared at the wary village of natives on the shore, looking quite solemn. He glared, tilting his long face and carefully observing the spiky native spearmen, judging the strength of the native village. Obviously, these native spearmen are classified into two types.
