Chapter 4: The Savages
(yeah I know I already used this image just felt like it would be useful to throw up again)
While the Haudenosaunee conquered the Wyandot and Brampton’s expedition set out to explore what was still believed at the time to be Cathay, Cabot’s third expedition brought him down the east coast of the continent.
Arriving in St. John’s in the Spring of 1498, he brought more settlers to the colony. While staying in the town, he met with a man by the name of Nutaq, a Beothuk man who had learned English over the past two years living among the English and also had strong knowledge in several of the nearby Wabanaki dialects of the mainland. After toasting at the English tavern over a small glass of maple liquor, the Italian and the Beothuk went off to lead the expedition of Englishmen down the eastern coast.
While most of the far northern coastal towns were relatively small, the first sizable yet modest port cities could be found at the Mikmaq town of Eelsetcook and the Peskotoma town of Sipayik. Using Nutaq as his translator he established relations with the people who lived in the towns. From there, he made his way to the larger cities of Cadeskit and Machigon further south, engaging in the same outreach. Cabot noted that the region had vast forests and was rich in lumber. Additionally, it was noted that while some staple crops like manoomin were grown, the region seemed to specialize primarily in fish, lumber, maple syrup, grapes, berries, and furs, which it frequently sold to those living further south in exchange for staple food crops, tobacco, manufactured goods, and more. It was this trade that brought men like Atemus, a multilingual Lenape merchant from further south, to the port of Machigon. After much persuasion and a bottle of musky wine, Atemus agreed to join Cabot and Nutaq on their journey south.
The stop was Mashowomuk, a town larger than any of the previous ones they had visited, in the land of the Massachusetts, one of many small independent states in the area. Most of these smaller states to the northeast of the Lenape had their own dialects, most used the Munsey dialect of Lenape as a lingua franca due to the historic dominance of their neighbor throughout history. Further west were the lands of the Lenape which were dominated primarily by two states– the Munsey in the north based out of Manhattan and the Unamy in the south based out of Sakimauchin. Both cities were some of the largest on the eastern seaboard, sitting on the mouths of two rivers that led to a vast, fertile hinterland. With both rivers going north, they also both provided a means by which to trade with the Haudenosaunee, especially in the case of the Munsey. The fertile lands controlled by the Lenape were also useful for syrup and fruits, but were also suited to an even wider variety of crops, including corn, beans, squash, barley, and a wide variety of other foods.
The lands further south, by comparison, were more swampy by the coast. While these wetlands were useful for specialized manoomin cultivation, most of the population was concentrated in a highly dense hinterland, primarily growing tobacco and the three sisters, importing their wine and syrup from further north. The two largest coastal cities in this region that Cabot visited were the city-state of Chesapeake at the mouth of the bay of the same name and the city of Werocomoco, the capital of the Tsenecommoca federation, one of the most populous and powerful of the coastal states.
While much of the coast as he continued south he found to be largely swampland, he found larger cities where the small coastal states gave way to the Misian portion of the Atlantic coast. In this area, he found that Kiawah and Yamacraw were two large cities. In these cities, had found large quantities of any good he could want– yaupon, cocoa, wine, fruit, syrup, spices, and all of the riches he could possibly imagine. While at the port of Yamacraw, he showed a passport, hoping to be allowed up the small river of the same name, but after being unable to gain access, decided it was a waste of time to bother with customs and continue south after more trading.
Perhaps one of the most fascinating destinations he would explore, however, would be the Pikate peninsula.
Tekesta was one of the largest cities on the eastern seaboard, and perhaps the most diverse on the continent, primarily competing with Shawasha in that regard. It sat near the tip of the Pikate peninsula between the Atlantic, the Caribbean, and the South Misia Sea. It was built on a relatively flat piece of land between the swamps to the west and the hurricane-prone coastline to the east. The city is believed to have been founded by the Hileni Dynasty in 109 AD as an outpost, although the dynasty would come to conquer the entirety of the peninsula around 80 years later. Still, the swampy peninsula was often difficult to control and was never fully assimilated to Misian culture. Throughout the history of the Misia, the peninsula would go through periods of Misian control, partial Misian control (often centered around either the far north of the peninsula or just near outposts around Tanpa and Tekesta), or full independence, in which local tribes would fight for dominance. As of the time of European arrival, the Timuqua controlled the north. After a brief stay Osachit, Cabot would recount in his journals that the city was quite similar to the nearby Misian cities, even possessing a large Misian population. The Calusa, meanwhile, dominated the south of the peninsula. While the Calusa tribe originated in the southwest portion of the peninsula, they moved their capital to Tekesta around 100 years prior, using their advantageous position to become quite wealthy. Although now the plurality of the population was ethnically Calusa, there were also significant populations of Misians, Tainos, Timuquas, Mayans, and even various Algonkian coastal peoples.
And finally, Cabot was about to arrive at its coast.
As he rounded the barrier islands, he noticed that, like every other port city he had visited on the continent, the colorful docks of Tekesta seemed to be far larger than they needed to be for the number of boats that it held. And as Cabot pulled up to the dock as he did elsewhere on the east coast, he heard shouting in a language that he did not understand.
“Nutaq,” he asked his Beothuk companion, “ask Atemus what they’re saying.”
Nutaq turned to their multilingual Lenape friend, asking him in Wabanaki what the men at the dock were shouting in Calusa.
“They say we can’t dock here. They say no Isapanoles are welcome.”
“Why not?”
The Beothuk Nutaq asked the Lenape Atemus in Wabanaki, who asked the Calusa-speaking men in their native tongue, who then answered him, prompting Atemus to turn back to Nutaq, and Nutaq to say to his Italian friend in English:
“We know what you are doing in Ayiti and Cubao.”
“What are Ayiti and Cubao?”
“They’re big islands in the Southern Seas that grow a lot of spices. They’re ruled by the Taino.”
“Who are the Taino?”
“They live all over the sea on a bunch of islands. Cubao and Ayiti are the two largest. The Taino sail all over, selling their spices everywhere and trading across the Southern Seas. You can find them in basically any southern port.”
“And who are the Isapanoles?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never heard of them. But they sure seem to have bothered a lot of people, and they sure left much of an impression. A lot of people down here usually don’t hold much sympathy towards the Taino. They’re kind of seen as greedy merchants by some, so whatever the Isapanoles did must be really frightening.”
Isapanoles. Spagnole? Spaniards? Caboto had heard tales of the Genoan sailor leading the Spanish expeditions into the (still thought to be East) Indies. Was it really Columbus of whom they were so frightened? He had to find out. This city at the southeastern tip of the continent compelled him.
“Here’s the plan,” he said. “We’ll sail away for a bit and then anchor by barrier island at night. We’ll row to the docks and I’ll buy some local clothes as soon as I can to blend in. I want to know what’s going on.”
***
In the cover of night, Cabot rowed to shore with Nutaq, Atemus, and two other Englishmen. After making landfall just south of the city center wearing a plain brown cloak to disguise, the five men made their way north.
At night, the city was still busy. Lanterns lined the limestone streets, lined with limestone buildings and colorful curtains and tapestries. At this time, spices, fruits, yaupon, silks, and other goods were no longer being sold, but several market stalls remained open belonging to street food vendors seeking to serve the nighttime crowd. Cabot couldn’t stop looking around him as he passed by the port, seeing all of the people and sights and colors and cultures and–
“Are you ok?” Atemus said in the Calusa language, helping up the man who had stumbled as Nutaq bumped into him.
The stumbling man stood up. He seemed relatively disheveled with bloodshot eyes. All of a sudden, the man locked eyes with Cabot and charged towards him, shouting at him as he grabbed his cloak. Cabot was really only making out the word “Isapanol”, which he said with rather slurred speech. The man began trying to punch Cabot, although did not have enough strength for the punches to land significant damage. At that moment he pulled out a small knife from his pocket, when all of a sudden another hand came forward and held the knife-wielding hand back.
“Agwey!” the other man shouted, followed by several other words with which he was first reprimanding before speaking to him in a kinder, gentler tone.
He then turned to the three men, speaking in Calusa, which would be translated by Atemus.
“Please forgive my brother,” he said. “Agwey hasn’t been the same since Duhozemi fell to the Isapanoles.”
Cabot thought for a second.
“I’ve heard mention of the Isapanoles. I’m not one of them. I am a man from Venice, sailing on behalf of England. Who are the Isapanoles? What did they do?”
After Atemus translated the sentence, he heard a lot of shouting coming from Agwey and his brother trying to quiet them.
“How about you join us at the tavern? It will take some time to explain.”
The seven men sat together on cushions surrounding a low palm wood table. In the center of the table was placed a small bowl of fluffy-looking whitish objects. Abey, Agwey’s brother, explained that they were covered in sea salt with the intention of making the customers thirstier to buy more drinks. Abey ordered a round of drinks for the table (except for his brother, for whom he ordered a cup of yaupon with honey), which were brought back in rather plainly-painted ceramic cups.
“So what is this?”
“It’s called balche. Popular drink on Ayiti and across the Southern Seas. It’s made from tree bark and honey. We used to drink it in Duhozemi, and for Agwey here it’s how he remembers home.”
“Where is Duhozemi?”
“To the south. It was the capital of Ayiti, a great island kingdom and a great center of trade, culture, and our way of life.”
“And what was that like?”
“Peaceful. Don’t let my brother’s drunken anger fool you. Ayiti and the other Taino lands were peaceful places. Sure, we sometimes had a dispute here and there and had to fight over trade routes. Sure, there was a bit of a slave trade. But in general, we resolved everything peacefully. There wasn’t that much crime. We all knew that the zemi were there watching over us.”
“And the Isapanoles? They ended it all?”
“Yes. Kolombo arrived a few years ago. Six years I believe. He was their casecua. Originally the Isapanoles came in peacefully. We got along. Then they started trying to make us abandon the ways of the zemi and Yucahu and Atabey and push their own religion onto us. We resisted, and so Kolombo overthrew our casecua and slaughtered and enslaved countless innocents across the island.”
“Where did they come from?”
“They called their homeland Isapanya. They claim it’s somewhere across the Great Eastern Ocean. They travelled on big ships with sails and flags. They rode big deer-like beasts called cabayos and carried long, fiery weapons that created smoke.”
Cabot paused for a moment.
“I know the people of whom you speak. I have corresponded with Kolombo. I used to live in the land of Spagna for several years before I left for England. I’m not one of them though, and if what you say about them is true, then that is horrible.”
Abey’s eyes looked up for a moment, contemplating. He then turned back to Atemus and Cabot.
“Who did you say your people were again?”
“Well, I consider myself a Venetian, but now I am sailing with the English.”
“Are the Inlis friends with the Isapanoles?”
“I mean, it depends. They do trade and have relations with one another although they have fought in the past.”
“Do you think that the English could go to war with the Spanish again? Do you think they could help us return home?”
Cabot paused again.
“I don’t think so. I don’t think the king of England is interested in starting a war with Spain over your homeland.” In truth, he knew that the English by and large would not care about a pagan people being conquered by a Christian kingdom and that even if the English did seize any of the islands captured by the Spanish that they would sooner take it over themselves than return it to the Indians.
“I thank you for your sympathies,” Abey said. “It’s been a difficult several years. Agwey lost his wife and children. We’ve been outsiders in this strange new land. Even though the Calusa are taking the possible Isapanol threat seriously, the Taino refugees still aren’t treated like everyone else. Unfortunately you will probably have to leave. The Calusa are not taking very kindly to foreigners.”
Cabot pondered for another moment.
“Can I ask you for one favor then?”
“Depends what it is?”
“Do you know where I can purchase a map of the Southern Seas?”
***
Cabot was now far from the mainland. He had sailed southeast from Tekesta through the Bahamas towards the island of Ayiti, sailing against the prevailing wind currents as he had been doing along the coast. He soon saw a large group of gulls above him flying off into the direction of the rising sun. Not long after, he saw two great limestone pyramids rising in the distance, not too dissimilar in color from the architecture he saw in the Pikate peninsula. A minute later, he saw a ship bearing a flag that he immediately recognized as a symbol of the united crowns of Castile and Aragon. The ship passed by his own, and he soon landed at the harbor of Duhozemi. He shouted in Castilian:
“My friends! I sail on behalf of the King of England. I come in peace to speak and to visit your settlement.”
The ship was able to dock at the harbor, resembling those found along the coasts of Spain. It was soon boarded by Spanish men.
“And who are you?”
“Juan Caboto. I come from Venice although I lived in Spain for a number of years. I now sail on behalf of the English crown.”
“You’re coming from England?”
“Yes. We have a colony up north– the settlement of St. John’s on the island of Takamcook. I have actually corresponded with Admiral Colombo about it.”
“Well you’re in luck. The admiral has actually returned recently from a journey and is at the harbor today if you wish to speak to him.”
Cabot suddenly perked up. He was pleasantly surprised.
“I appreciate the opportunity.”
Cabot was led through the streets. While in the distance he could see the limestone pyramids, he noticed that the area he was passing through was distinctly Spanish, containing houses and shops and streets and plazas reminiscent of those that he had seen during his time in Valencia, Seville, and Lisbon. This gave way to an area of limestone buildings reminiscent of Tekesta. Past these buildings he finally reached a large, limestone palace, entering it and being led into what must have been the throne room. There, he saw a group of dark-skinned female servants held in shackles with palm-frond fans, and on the throne in the middle, sitting on what appeared to be the skin of a great spotted beast, sat a light-faced man, not too dissimilar from those in his native northern Italy.
“So, Giovanni Caboto. I’ve been receiving your letters. What a pleasure it is to finally meet you.”
“Who are these women?”
“It’s rather hot here. I figured I’d have a few of the locals help me out.”
“I must say,” Cabot said, “I’m impressed with what you have done with this place.”
“Of course. Conquering the city was quite easy. But breaking through the savage nature of these pagan brutes was quite difficult. We’re still waging a campaign across the island to deal with the Indio problem. All the while we’re beginning to establish ourselves on several other islands.”
“Have they been turned to Christ?”
“Many yes. But not most. They’ve been forced to go the way of the sword. Although it seemed that the Lord had already smitten most of the pagans himself. Of course, some such as the whorish women around me are becoming Christianized and civilized as we speak.”
Cabot felt his gut turn. He knew that there was no greater cause than spreading the word of Christ. But he remembered the two Taino men, the two pagan men, the two human men that he had spoken to at the tavern in Tekesta. He remembered the pain and suffering in Agwey’s eyes. He remembered his fond interactions with the non-Christian Midewins of the mainland, men who were just as kind and soulful as any Christian man in Europe. He could not stand against Christ, nor could he get behind the enslavement of the Tainos.
“Are there more of them here? The Tainos?”
“Ah the Indios? Well here most of them have been killed, some have abandoned their pagan ways and found Christ, and many have fled to other lands. Although we do have some slaves here and are capturing more every day as we continue to conquer the eastern portion of the island.”
Cabot didn’t respond.
“But that’s enough about me. Tell me about your expeditions. You claim to have discovered an island called Takamcook, established a settlement called St. John’s, created outposts in the land of the Haudenosaunee, and are beginning to initiate trade in Cathay. How is that?”
“I visited a port called Sandusti on their northern shores on my previous voyage. I recently visited parts of the eastern coast and another expedition is currently seeking to establish contact with the emperor of Cathay.”
“I see.”
“And on my journey I have actually met a couple of people up north who call themselves the Taino. They claim they come from this island. I met them in a kingdom called Calusa.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. The kingdom did not allow us to enter the harbor because they thought we were Spaniards. It seems that you are really making a reputation for yourselves.”
“Good. They should learn to fear Christ.”
“They don’t fear Christ. They fear you. On this island you’re successful, but look around. These people despise you! They won’t let you anywhere near their ports! Do you really think the crown of Castile and Aragon will accept this?”
Columbus slowly stood up from the throne and then walked towards Caboto.
“Listen. I am here for three things– to spread the word of Christ, to spread the glory of Spain, and most importantly, to find gold and harvest spices to sell. The world revolves around wealth. As long as I keep supplying bullion to the Spanish treasury and selling spices to Europe, everything that I do will be righteous. Do you understand me? I don’t care how many of these worthless infidels die! These pagans have been given a chance again and again to accept Christ. Those who have done so have been shown mercy. Those that resist will be put to the sword. And to those that survive, their choice is either to submit to Christ or submit to the Christians. That is the choice I give them.”
Cabot turned to leave and began to walk away.
“Going so soon?
Cabot froze.
“Will I be receiving another letter?”
Cabot turned around, walked over to Columbus, and spit in his face.
“Burn in hell, scum.”
He turned again and left.
He made his way back to the harbor. He noticed that working by the dock were several children with dark faces. They were shirtless, and he could easily see their ribs..
“Would you like passage on my ship?”
“We’ve been told to stay here and work?” one of the children answered in broken Spanish.
“You won’t have to take their orders any more. Come. We’re going to Tekesta.”
“Where is that?”
“Far away from here and far away from the Isapanoles.”
The four children agreed to hop on board the ship. Cabot stopped briefly at Tekesta, brought the children over in the night, and told them about the tavern where they could find other Taino exiles.
As he watched them run off in the distance, Cabot was still conflicted. It was the nature of the Christian man to be better than the other men of the Earth. But was this right? The cruelty? Slavery? Slaughter? Was it right to release these children in a place far from the Spanish but damn their immortal souls to eternity in hell?
Cabot did not know the answer.