Painted faces ~ Don't mess with the Maori

[Turkish Republic]

It was a warm day, the sun, shining brightly through thin clouds. A nice breeze was rolling over the deep blue sea, caressing the peaceful sandy beaches, and flowing across the ready lands of the island. The place of which Aiden is taking refuge. Judging by the direction and power of the wind there must be some sail ships coming into port sometime today. Trading ships perhaps, carrying goods to buy and sell. Knowing that there will be some sort of visitors coming due to the wind, most likely traders or maybe even some settlers or so they thought. Aiden along with the Maori people where setting up for the Powhiri ritual.
The Powhiri is a welcoming ceremony that everyone in the village takes part in. It consist of singing, dancing, chanting, and obviously welcoming people to the villages. Their villages are fortified within the Centre the Marae, which is an open space on which the Whare Hui, or the meeting house, is located. This building is the symbolic body of the ancestor and normally where most of the important things happen, spiritually.

Aiden was busy helping with the preparations, but was then told that it was his turn to be on standby patrol to look for any incoming ships. Being told this, Aiden heads toward the pier. Before he can arrive at the docks to stand his look-out, he had a better idea which included him climbing up onto the roof of the canoe shack. Which he did. This gave him an advantage of sight. He could see the docks, beaches, and even the area of which the ritual will be preformed.

[Australia]

James had been up since the sun rose, watching it rise from his place on the mast. He was anxious again, just like he got whenever the Grim was near Australia. Though right now they were closer to New Zealand. He just felt anxious, but in a good way. He couldn’t stop fidgeting, grinning even more then usual. He wanted to get moving, to get off the ship. It was like something was close by, something he needed to find. It was an odd feeling, but it wasn’t unusual. He’d had it before.

Shifting he stood up on the pole, covering his eyes with his hand to block out the sun as he stared ahead. They were getting close to an island. Though he had no clue what island. But it had a port, which was good. They’d dock there for the evening to restock, and James could finally get off the boat.

But his anxious was getting the better of him. And when he deemed that they were close enough to the island, he climbed down the mast. Not even giving it a second thought, he braced his foot against the railing of the ship before diving in. Laughing as he resurfaced and heard Arthur’s furious shouts. But really, was anyone surprised? He always did this when they were in this area.

“Race you guys there!” He shouted up to them before kicking his legs and swimming towards the dock. The ship was faster of course. They would beat him but James could hardly care. It felt good to swim again, and especially to be off the ship.

(@@; Well, hope this wasn't total fail for you!)