In an Indian village, there were two young men, brothers, hunting game in the forest. When they came to the edge of the forest they saw white clouds floating on the sea, so they ran back to their village and pointed to the edge of their village. Then they saw the white clouds pull up on shore, and men started to get off, the men started walking towards the indigenous people. One man named Carter was very pleased to see them, and Carter can translate, he can speak their language, even though they already know English. They brought goods to trade, so they started trading. Some of the men gave the women jewelry, beads, mirrors, brushes, and gave the men hats and clothes. The young women and men thought the grownups looked funny in the hats and the coats. Except one young man, he stood in the back with his arms crossed watching the pale faces. His name is Grey Wolf, he didn't like the man they call Cortez, and there was hatred and evil in Cortez's eyes and that fake smile of his. Grey Wolf knew he was trouble but did not say anything, or do anything, because there were too many pale faces.
"Watch out for that one," pointed Cortez towards Grey Wolf.
When they were done trading, Cortez asked if a couple of strong men would help carry some of their things to the ship. Grey Wolf knew something was not right, so his brother, and himself, and four other Indians carried things to the ship. When they were on the ship, they looked around and saw how big it was, and all the men on the ship were ugly, and mean looking. One of the crew members told them to go down and put the stuff down. They went down and looked around. Black Bear looked in the corner and saw another Indian tied up.
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