In mid-May, the kingdom's expedition fleet arrived at the southern island of Cuba, stopping at the Taino village of Yucama. The fleet repaired ships, replenished food and water, and contacted nearby tribes, searching for lost ships.
The old militiaman, having some leisure time, walked among the Taino cassava fields. The spring breeze brushed his face, and the scent of grass and wood greeted him, fresh and pleasant. He looked at the rows of cultivated mounds, with lush green branches and leaves on them, and genuine joy appeared on his face.
"Oh Chief Divine, what a beautiful spring it is!"
"Oh! Oh!"
Seagulls chirped, cassava sprouted new branches, and the bright spring light lingered along the Taino villages of the Cuban coast. Spring light shimmered for five thousand miles, and the spring breeze swayed for two thousand meters, reaching the highlands of the Mexica Alliance.
