Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1444 - 997: The Scholar’s Nautical Log, The Unangas’ First Encounter, and the Kingdom’s Divine Land Port!
"Ah! As the Priest of the Chief Divine, I have undoubtedly achieved the ultimate victory, spread the glory of the Chief Divine, and gained a wife to accompany me!... After the grand celebration, Zuwaro decided to leave a longship on Divine Land Island, along with fifty Samurai sailors, to establish the Kingdom’s ’Divine Land Port’ right next to the hot spring camp of the Unanga Tribe! Many of the smaller Unanga tribes also chose to join us..."
"The exploration fleet continued its journey and had to gradually reduce the number of ships, leaving behind crew members to establish supply ports around the coastal tribes along the way... because we needed to continually concentrate the fleet’s firestone and food on the ships heading further west, ensuring at least three months’ worth of supplies!..."
"And the crew members left behind would rely on the Kingdom’s large ship nets and Bronze weapons and tools to hunt and fish together with the local tribes, cut trees and grass, and gather food and fuel to prepare for the long and harsh winter!..."
Thinking of this, Scholar Miki let out a low sigh. Along the way, there were fewer and fewer Samurai and sailors of Purpecha origin, not even a third of the crew. The remaining two-thirds were sailors and Hunters recruited from various Northern Tribes along the route.
After all, the climate and diet of the Kingdom of the Lake were drastically different from those of the Far North Coast! Except for the particularly strong Kingdom’s Warriors, most ordinary Purpecha people found it difficult to adapt, and many became ill and died due to the challenging sea voyages! The exploration fleet had to leave them in port camps, warm huts, and peaceful settlements, allowing them to endure the initial and toughest adaptation trials.
"Bless the Chief Divine! Around ’Divine Land Port,’ there were many forests of conifers. Although the trees weren’t tall, they were very tough and difficult to cut. The Kingdom’s Bronze Axe could easily collect timber, greatly impressing the local Unanga tribe, much like our firestone for warmth!"
"The Unanga tribes were generally small, mostly comprising dozens of people, with few exceeding a hundred, and the largest hardly reaching two hundred. Their tribal structure seemed very simple, without any evident hierarchy or strong tribal consciousness. I believe that their primary daily purpose was to survive, especially through the winter!"
"Therefore, when the Kingdom displayed precise hunting bows, fishing nets on large ships, Bronze tools for logging, warming black coal firestones, and the roaring Copper Cannon, they had no hesitation in joining our settlement, building small Barabara huts with our remaining crew, and quickly starting to believe in the Chief Divine!" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
"Praise the Chief Divine! Although their height, appearance, and language differed greatly from ours, His Majesty had a Divine Revelation that they are indeed our lost Jiao People brothers! The differences among these various tribes, I believe, are God-given Divinity, allowing them to survive the harsh cold of the Far North. Their inclusion, as His Majesty foretold, will greatly expedite and support the exploration fleet in completing this divinely revealed, yet challenging western exploration!"
Writing this, Scholar Miki touched his chin and glanced a few steps away at his wife, Galwa, sitting on a stone weaving something. She was also the first Unanga woman he converted.
"Galwa, it’s so cold, what are you doing?"
"Yes? Ong?"
Upon hearing this, Polar Bear Galwa blinked, somewhat confused, looking at her husband, Scholar Miki.
The Unanga Tribe spoke an Eskimo-Aleut language, with very simple linguistic structures. They had only three vowels and a dozen consonants, and often used the same monosyllabic word to express different meanings. Here, "Ong" meant "man, husband." It is worth mentioning that the tribe was clearly polygamous, allowing taller and stronger men to father more offspring, promoting greater tribal survival prospects.
"I mean...um... come here!..."
Scholar Miki beckoned, and Galwa stood up and walked over to him, gazing down at her husband.
Having once been the strongest woman in the Unanga Tribe, Galwa stood over 1.8 meters tall, with strong, powerful arms capable of wrestling with young bears barehanded. Next to her, Scholar Miki was barely 1.6 meters, visibly smaller. Together, they looked like a polar bear accompanying a prairie dog.
"Ong Ong?"
Polar Bear Galwa blinked her simple, jet-black eyes, looking at her husband, though short and frail, yet the tribal leader.
According to Unanga tradition, as a symbol of two tribes merging, the strongest woman would pair with the most formidable man. She didn’t understand where her husband’s strength lay, but commanding so many strong warriors surely meant he was powerful! She heard he could defeat an adult polar bear with that roaring golden Magic Artifact. Yet, she could only defeat a sub-adult young bear with her bare hands... Ah! The gap between her and her husband was indeed vast!
"Hmm, Galwa... What is that in your hand?"
"Asx! Grass cloth!"
Using simple Navajo along with gestures, Polar Bear Galwa could understand. She smiled, toothily, and wrapped the woven grass cloth around Scholar Miki’s exposed neck, instantly warming it considerably.
"Uh?... Galwa... very good!..."
Scholar Miki paused, touched the grassy "scarf" around his neck, and blinked. Polar Bear Galwa also smiled happily, blinking back. She even thought of reaching out to lift her husband as she used to carry pinewood home when in a good mood.
As Unanga people in the Far North lacked cotton fabric, they could only keep warm with various animal furs and "grass cloth" woven from long grass. Though she was tall and burly, Galwa’s hands were dexterous, capable of arranging bird traps and weaving daily-use "grass tools." After spending a month closely with Galwa, Scholar Miki became familiar with these Unanga characteristics. His purpose for calling Galwa over was...
"Galwa, bring me my Bronze box..."
"Box?..."
"Yes! Bless the Chief Divine! The most important one!"
"Oh! Here! What’s this, Ong?..."
Polar Bear Galwa nodded, easily pulling out a tightly sealed Bronze box with one hand from the pouch behind her. The box was hefty and thick, coated with expensive natural rubber to make it waterproof.
Scholar Miki took it with both hands, carefully opened the lid, removed the protective thick cotton cloth, and revealed the tightly rolled parchment shimmering in the polar sunlight, dazzling his eyes!
"Bless the Chief Divine! This is the most precious Wealth, the fleet’s Nautical Records! Written by my own hand, ’Divine Revelation Nautical Diary’!"
