Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-26912075-20180615141938/@comment-27358240-20180626021014

On the iron-plated Ataka-Bune, Nobushige stands at the front of the ship, watching as the strangers look and panic at the sight of his ship. The men are wearing clothes of what would seem to be cloth or hide, but hardly anything that the lord sees craftmanship in. A few guards stay on their posts, scared but brave, holding their spears tightly.

''Hahaha! Lord, I doubt these primitive men will bring anything to us! We may as well capture them all as slaves!''

"I will not tolerate such barbaric actions, Jii. And the meaning of primitive is diverse. While they could learn a lot about us, we have the potential to learn and acquire as much."

''Excuse my words, my lord. I have spoken too lightly.''

As Fatafehi approaches the ship, Nobushige spots him and signals two samurai to follow him. The ship lands on the shore, a wooden slopes is descended, and Nobushige starts walking down from it towards the Tongan ruler.