A large Chinese junk appeared off the coast of Marinduque. They were a usual sight, but since I had been tending to ships lately, I had come to appreciate their aesthetics more. While the steamship was a product of European culture, and the Garay a product of Moro culture, the vessel known as the junk was distinctly Chinese.
Contrary to what its name might suggest, it was a majestic ship. It had large sails reinforced with wooden slats, giving them a ribbed appearance, and from a distance, they spread like the wings of a dragon. The go-to ship of Chinese merchants, it had three decks and ample cargo space—perfect for the shipment we had prepared.
Francisco, ever reliable and punctual, had arranged for a merchant ship just three days after our discussion.
Just barely, we also managed to stick to the timetable. Dante Madrigal, as the Transport and Storehouse Manager, had proven to be a wise appointment.
Just last night, the last of the carts had arrived from Santa Cruz.
