The problem... had been resolved.
The conflict with the Iroquois was settled, and the victims were reassured that such incidents would not happen again.
We also established principles that must be followed during future missionary work.
Feeling that this was enough, I left immediately after their festival. It was appropriate to give them space, as having an outsider constantly present would make them anxious and uncomfortable.
Of course, there was another reason.
Very close to their festival day...
"Will we end up spending Christmas on the ship this year?"
"You guys, where's my gift?"
"None for you. Hanging up stockings won't do you any good, so go back and prepare gifts for your daughter."
Because we had our own festival.
Now it's... Christmas Eve, December 24, 1608.
This is my twentieth Christmas in this world.
As soon as I stepped out of my cabin, rubbing my eyes at the sound of conversations outside the door... the entire place was in chaos.
"...this much?"
