Miguel watched as the vessel left El Dorado with Tulio and Chel on board. He let out a sigh. Why did he do it? Why didn't he go with them? Sure, he was mad at Tulio for what he had said, but they were supposed to be partners. Even if he was angry at him, Tulio was still his best friend. Yet he loved being in El Dorado. He loved the people, loved the buildings, the fame... to Miguel, being in El Dorado was a thousand times better than being in Spain. If only Tulio had chosen to stay with him. He felt lonely without Tulio. Miguel looked to the leaving ship once more; it was too late to get on board. He sighed once more as the ship slowly disappeared from his sight. He had thought that he'd made one of the worst decisions in his life.
Miguel turned to Chief Tannabok, a look of gloom and regret on his face.
"They're gone. What if they never come back?"
Tannabok put a hand on Miguel's shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, Miguel. I'm sure they'll come back to visit you. Why wouldn't they?"
"Well, Tulio left on a bad note. We were both angry at each other. What if he doesn't forget it?"
"Tulio was your best friend, Miguel. You two had a very strong bond. He'll let go of what happened, trust me."
"I can only hope," Miguel said.