As I observed the vast, brown vessels heading towards our territory, I turned to my brother, who usually stood towering with confidence and a perfect bronze skin tone, but now was slumped shouldered and pale as snow. Undoubtedly, whoever was on it was obviously more progressed than any other men I have encountered. I have heard stories of these groups of people from other tribes. Nevertheless, the stories never ended positively for us Natives. My brother and I decided to approach the ship, which was already on shore at the time. As we arrived at the landing site, men with facial hair and white skin as though the sun has brushed across it, began pouring out of the grand ship. The foreigners wore shiny, silver helmets and chest plates that glimmered in the bright afternoon sun and carried long metal weapons. …show more content…
Simultaneously, believing that the gestures were symbols of warfare, we both readied our spears, ready to attack. After we armed ourselves, they felt threatened and picked up their weapons as well. In the same manner that they drew their long barreled weapon, they quickly put it down, not wanting to harm us. They attempted to call us again and waved for us to come over, I signaled my brother to lower his spear, and we cautiously walked over to them. Immediately, I took interest in their cattle and foods. They offered my tribe advanced weapons and a gorgeous, huge beast they call a “horse” for our knowledge of the surrounding territory and few crops such as tomatoes, potatoes, and pumpkins. Finally, after the trading deals and communication we have been doing with these people, I decided that the white settlers were not as terrible as I had heard from other