"Whish whoosh!..."
The raging fire devoured the thatched village. The rising smoke could be seen clearly from the entire island. The Portuguese patiently waited for half a day, but ultimately, the natives did not walk into the trap, only the faint sound of crying drifted from the jungle. Perhaps the fear from the cannon was too intense, or maybe the village was too small to gather enough manpower to resist.
"Damn! These damned natives! If it weren't for that sinister Black Oil Lake... Even if they hid in the forest... they wouldn't escape!"
The Portuguese sailors transported the food found in the village onto the ship, adding a few days' supply. If not for the "sinister" nature of the Black Oil Lake, they surely would have gone ashore for a thorough hunt!
