Pure white Arctic terns, flapping their black-edged white wings, chase after schools of fish in the strait. Black-footed albatrosses, on the other hand, spread their dark gray wings, soaring high above the coastal cliffs. This is north of the 48th parallel, future US-Canadian border, the northwest corner of Washington State, also the whaling grounds of the Maca people.
Old Hunter Whale Sea led a dozen small Maca boats, towing wooden rafts loaded with whale meat, around the steep promontory to the tribal camp twenty miles away. Meanwhile, two longships from the Kingdom were filled with freshly cut whale meat, accompanying the Maca fleet southeast to the shore.
Perhaps today's hunt was ample, perhaps it was out of respect for the fleet's formidable strength, or perhaps it was out of reverence for the peculiar Shaman Priests on the longships... when it came to the distribution of spoils of war, the Maca people honored their promise, displaying great generosity.
