The sound of the Atlantic Ocean murmured in the coral reef bay. San Juan Bay, naturally resembling a tea cup, was embraced by forests and mangroves. Fifteen Castilian sailing ships, having crossed the Atlantic with storm-damaged markings, were anchored in this fertile natural harbor. The flames of the distant village had not yet extinguished, and the nearby colonizers' laughter was triumphant.
"Aha! Holy Mother bless, I grabbed a small bag of gold sand!"
"Damn it! I only snatched a basket of cotton yarn..."
"Hehe! The Lord bless, I grabbed a large bag of pearls! All large, pale pink pearls!..."
"Shh! Keep it down, don't let the ship's captains see! Otherwise, they'll surely come and take a share of our spoils of war..."
