In May of 1496 AD, at 13 degrees north latitude, 2,000 li southeast of the Great Island of Puerto Rico, on the south side of the Lesser Antilles, Barbados Island (Barbados),
The setting sun hung low, casting a copper-red glow over the Atlantic Ocean, foreshadowing who knows what kind of tomorrow. Four medium-sized Castilian caravels quietly anchored in the bay on the west coast of Barbados. Their tall masts and Latin lateen sails resembled birds from an exotic realm, their elongated silhouettes gently swaying at the horizon where water met sky.
Upon closer look, the lower parts of these large ships were marked by vague collision dents and dappled with dark red bloodstains, foretelling not only of past skirmishes. After the sea winds and long journey, these ships quietly anchored here, like white ghosts from the old world observing the tropical islands of the new world.
