That night, while my people slept on shore, the great-sailed canoes left our bay, going farther and farther than even our strongest men could go. Soon the beach and trees and everything I knew slipped away, until my world was only a thin, dark line stretched between sky and sea.

What else was there to do?

In the early morning, another land lay close enough to see. Silently, I let myself over the side of the great canoe. I fell down

Illustration of the narrator, other Taino, and several parrots returning with the strangers in their boats