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... eful smile on his face. Until the singing stopped, and the ceremony of informing the gods and ancestors, it came to an end.
When the hut was quiet again, the old village chief of Yukamu stretched his hand into his arms, took out a Cohiba tobacco "spear" again, and handed it to Chiwako. Soon, the two were puffing up, smoking the most primitive cigars, and talking frankly under the translation of Kuba.
"Respected Yukamu Village Chief, our fleet needs food and water. I am willing to t ...
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