The warm sea breeze, the distant sea and sky, the bright sun... The Caribbean Sea's morning is both gentle and melodious, like the warm embrace of a mother. The battles and the scarlet of yesterday have been engulfed by the vast sea. By the vibrant coastline, only five ships remain moored, along with hundreds of scattered small boats.
The rowers of the Taino Militia rise early, many boats dangling shallow fishing lines, with occasional cries of joy from the militia as they reel in their catch. For the simple and honest Taino people, farming, fishing, raising turtles, catching birds, and even breeding lizards, scorpions, and snails are instincts etched into their blood. Following the chief divine of the Sun and waging war with the Longboat Tribe, however, is merely a compelled defense under the threat and fear of the evil demons, marking their first transformation into warriors.
