Year 60 AC
A ship washes up on the east coast of Taina. It is like no other ship anyone has seen. The lines are sleek, the sails are made of material never seen before. The equipment, though familiar, is not the same as most ships in the known world. The few dead that are found in the wreckage are small men, none reaching over five and half feet, with dark hair and slanted eyes, and a light tan skin. Scholars and shipwrights from around Taina come to sift through the wreckage.
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