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-The Island of Rejarvak, 3000 miles east of Egypt-
The crew -of the Florida had catiously gone ashore the mysterious island at the same point where the 3 caravels were anchored. Leon, pointing at 5 of his men, took one of the launches of the Florida to scout the 3 caravels to see if there were any survivors.
On the beach were many dead bodies, mostly Spainish, although there were bodies of some incredibly large men, almost 6-7 feet tall. The acidic smell of gunpowder still rose from the battlefield, as Leon was now sure it was, and masses of strangely crafted arrows lay in the dead Spainish soldiers. A fierce fight had taken place here, who won though could only be told if anyone on board the ships still remained alive.
Considering this on board the launch, Leon realized that they were very close to the nearest ship, also the largest one, with the name Santa Maria emblazoned on the side.
"Captain, we are ready for you to board," said the sailor who had climbed up to the deck. Climbing carefully up the rope that connected the launch to the Santa Maria, Leon got his first look at a gory scene of blood and destruction. A gaping hole was in the center of the deck, with ominous looking blood stains around it. On one part of the hole two legs remained, looking as if whatever hit the ship had taken the man but left the legs. near the door that obviously led below deck and to the cabins was a Egyptian pinned to the wood by a spear sticking through him. At the looks of this one of the crew members crossed themselves and said, "May God have mercy on their poor souls."
Below decks was just as bad, they had obviously been caught by surprise, and those who were not killed by the large rock obivously flung by cattapult that went right through the ship, appeared to have at least 2-3 arrows through them. Only 2 men appeared to have managed to put up a fight, dying with sword in hand and one of the swords soaked in blood. The stench of the decay and death led to one of Leon's crew vomiting and fainting. The rest felt nearly the same way.
Suddenly a noise was heard behind a door marked "Captain's Quarters". Signalling to his men to load their muskets, Leon catiously approached the door with sword drawn.
With a kick and a war cry Leon burst through the door to find a barely alive Spainard which he recognized as Christobal Colon from their brief meeting at the Palace of Thebes. He was soaked in blood, four of the strange men lay dead around him. Being pinned crucifix-style to the wall of his own cabin, Christobal gave a weak laugh at the entry of Leon and his crew.
"Damn fools," he said,"You must leave this island, it is populated by savages who wouldn't mind slitting your throats as you sleep. They wouldn't even agree to a simple tribute, for God's sake!" "You asked them, for tribute," asked Leon incredously, "You must have realized that they would rather fight than give tribute, tribute is the ways followed only by our semi-barbaric homeland in Spain." Just as surprised Christobal said, "Well of course, isn't it the right of master races to gain tribute from the lessers?" Disgustedly Leon said, "I am horrified I am part of your race and you deserved everything you recieved here," and turned to leave the boat and find the people that Christobal had termed "savages".
The crew -of the Florida had catiously gone ashore the mysterious island at the same point where the 3 caravels were anchored. Leon, pointing at 5 of his men, took one of the launches of the Florida to scout the 3 caravels to see if there were any survivors.
On the beach were many dead bodies, mostly Spainish, although there were bodies of some incredibly large men, almost 6-7 feet tall. The acidic smell of gunpowder still rose from the battlefield, as Leon was now sure it was, and masses of strangely crafted arrows lay in the dead Spainish soldiers. A fierce fight had taken place here, who won though could only be told if anyone on board the ships still remained alive.
Considering this on board the launch, Leon realized that they were very close to the nearest ship, also the largest one, with the name Santa Maria emblazoned on the side.
"Captain, we are ready for you to board," said the sailor who had climbed up to the deck. Climbing carefully up the rope that connected the launch to the Santa Maria, Leon got his first look at a gory scene of blood and destruction. A gaping hole was in the center of the deck, with ominous looking blood stains around it. On one part of the hole two legs remained, looking as if whatever hit the ship had taken the man but left the legs. near the door that obviously led below deck and to the cabins was a Egyptian pinned to the wood by a spear sticking through him. At the looks of this one of the crew members crossed themselves and said, "May God have mercy on their poor souls."
Below decks was just as bad, they had obviously been caught by surprise, and those who were not killed by the large rock obivously flung by cattapult that went right through the ship, appeared to have at least 2-3 arrows through them. Only 2 men appeared to have managed to put up a fight, dying with sword in hand and one of the swords soaked in blood. The stench of the decay and death led to one of Leon's crew vomiting and fainting. The rest felt nearly the same way.
Suddenly a noise was heard behind a door marked "Captain's Quarters". Signalling to his men to load their muskets, Leon catiously approached the door with sword drawn.
With a kick and a war cry Leon burst through the door to find a barely alive Spainard which he recognized as Christobal Colon from their brief meeting at the Palace of Thebes. He was soaked in blood, four of the strange men lay dead around him. Being pinned crucifix-style to the wall of his own cabin, Christobal gave a weak laugh at the entry of Leon and his crew.
"Damn fools," he said,"You must leave this island, it is populated by savages who wouldn't mind slitting your throats as you sleep. They wouldn't even agree to a simple tribute, for God's sake!" "You asked them, for tribute," asked Leon incredously, "You must have realized that they would rather fight than give tribute, tribute is the ways followed only by our semi-barbaric homeland in Spain." Just as surprised Christobal said, "Well of course, isn't it the right of master races to gain tribute from the lessers?" Disgustedly Leon said, "I am horrified I am part of your race and you deserved everything you recieved here," and turned to leave the boat and find the people that Christobal had termed "savages".
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