"Damn it! A plague has broken out on this island?! I remember there was a village here that rendered tribute to us? Why is everyone dead?!..."
Captain Dracos landed on the eastern shore of Puerto Rico Island for supplies, cautiously and surprised. He gazed at this native village he had visited before, but saw only many collapsed bodies, merging into pools of rotting meat and pus on the ground. Swarms of buzzing flies gathered in masses on the "food!" Dense tropical insects also feasted on the heaps of corpses. Deep in the village, there seemed to be some plague-stricken Taino strong men still alive, emitting unbearable groans of pain. That hoarse voice floated faintly, as if coming from hell, causing sailors to uneasily stay away.
"Boss! This place has been invaded by the corruption of the demon! The food here can't be eaten either... We better endure a bit longer, return to the base in San Juan Bay, and properly rest and resupply!"
"Hmm. Let's go! Leave now!"
