1492; three ships can be seen approaching an island. The Spaniards on the ships seemed to be boarding dinghies, hollering in Spanish as they began rowing towards the shore. Two men sat in the dinghy ahead of the rest, counting them off as they rowed. When they had finally arrived at the shore, men disembarked and pushed the dinghies up the hot sandy beach. Only to be met by a strange group of people: Tainos. Each one stranger than the last and by comparison stranger than the Spanish new comers.

The group consisted of five Tainos; four males and one sole female. Standing tall in front of the tan female, dark eyes cold and wary as the breeze blew, passing through her long stygian hair that was adorned with the occasional vibrant feather or dark bead. Her hand woven skirt rested tightly around her hips, which flaunted obfuscating symbols painted on the center of her skirt.

As she peered into the forest green eyes of the Spaniard, a dribble of sweat down his temple as he brushed his hair back into a ponytail. As she studied his features, he also studies hers. What immediately caught his attention was her jewelry; golden yet dull. It was his first sighting of gold since his last visit at the king's manor. Due to the fact that he was deeply admiring the golden pieces she wore, he didn't notice her moving closer. His men scrutinized her every move; making sure she wasn't going to harm their captain.

Why was he here? Who was he?

These questions bounced around in her head. Before she could open her mouth, he pointed at her.

"India."

Confused; she cocked her head to the side. She was unsure whether or not he had asked her for her name, or if he had given her one.

"Ayiti." She stated pressing her finger onto her chest.

The Spaniard stood there, unsure of whether or not he should be glad that he had found a new land, or angered for he did not know if this island had any useful resources. However that was not of importance, he, and his crew, were famished. As if to make this known to the beautiful native woman, his stomach growled loudly. He took a step forwards her and extended his arm as though to grab her.

"Hambre, tengo hambre." He said gruffly.

This startled the woman, now recognized as Ayiti, took two large steps back assuming that he was threatening her. Ayiti shouted at the men behind her to stand their ground and expect anything. At this point the crew members behind the Spaniard had grown quiet, wondering what she had said. Dropping his arm back at his side, he opted to doing gestures with his hands. Grabbing 'food' from his other hand, and bringing it to his mouth, and then patting his stomach. Ignoring the men that chuckled behind him he, he had hoped that the Taino woman would understand his actions. Ayiti nodded in understanding.

"Mi nombre es Espana, Toni." The man introduced himself as Spain- Toni.

"Toni?" She asked her accent thick and heavy, making sure that she had heard him correctly.

Ayiti held out her hand, waiting for him to take it. Cautiously he took her smaller hand, it was soft and yet it had been obvious she was a hard worker. When he took it she began walking up the beach and towards the foliage, behind them the other men followed in suit. The other Spanish men staying close together and taking in their new green surroundings.

Authors note: This is a work in progress, and it will probably be a few chapters. I'd like to see what people think of it so far and if i should add anything. I promise the Next chapter will be longer. Also this is going to be focusing on Spain, France, and Ayiti [The island of Hispaniola] with a few mentions of Portugal, England, and possibly Netherlands.

All feedback is greatly appreciated.