I was at sunrise Liania strolled from her hut to the seashore. It was her job to scavage the beach for shells to trade. The Europeans were peaceful traders. The treasures they brought were so fine and rare. The Islanders were able to secure peace with rivals.<br/><br/>This warm May morning she something a miss by the fisher cove. She ran to investigate. It was no sea creature. It was a man, a man floating on driftwood. She waded into the waves up to her waist. She was able to pull him on shore. The islander was the chief's middle daughter. Liania untied the sunburned man in rags. She held him in her lap and turned him on his side. "Halo Englaish."