"Uh huh...alright, thank you for your understanding Admiral." Fing hanged up the sat comm radio and breathed a sigh of relief. He had expected more than a disappointed grunt from his superiors. Apparently, they were too busy preparing for the war with AC to care about the possible consequence/threat these strange black foreigners may pose. "Well Captain, just bring them ashore and show them a bit of Loyanese hospitality" they had told him over the radio. "Just make sure you satisfy any requirements Customs file, you know how those guys are". Rarely had Naval Command been so open to newcomers. The Gibiese should count themselves lucky.
It had been several hours since they made contact with the Gibese (as they called themselves), and it was getting dark. Over the hours, they had learned much about the Gibiese, even a microscopic bit of each party's language. A women who called herself Toitu seem to have knack for Ingrish, and she had serve has their liaison for the most part. Still, communication for the most part had been difficult. Only the mediocre acting skills of Jingly was of any use in conveying charade words to the Gibiese.
Once introductions were made, Captain Fing and some of his men had gotten on board the Gibiese boat and mingled with it's black crew members and passengers. The boat was crowded for it's size, and Fing had suggested to the Gibiese that they stretch their legs a bit on board his larger vessel. Back on his own ship, he dug out a map of Loyan and Taijitu, a few token photos of Loyan, and a mini-laser rangefinder from his cabinet and presented to the Gibiese as a gift. No doubt, the map will provide them with a better understanding of things for the most part.
Another oddity that should be noted was the commerce going between the Loyanese sailors and Gibiese. It was a scene straight from a history textbooks, but with a modern twist. A CH handed his MP3 player in exchange for a strange device offered by a Gibiese. CH Hong bartered his navy beret with his Gibiese counterpart. Both boats had became a lively trading ground for Loyanese and Gibiese exotic goods. More over, it was fostering communication and interaction between both parties. When language fails to connect, trade is the next best thing.
Captain Fing came up to Toituu and attempt to tell the black woman about what his superiors had ask for. "Toituu...I need some blood (he pointed to his veins on his arms) of all your people (he waved his arms at the crowd of black). Blood...red blood." He took out a blood drawing syringe sealed in clear plastic. He ripped apart and took out the syringe and showed Toituu the end of the needle. "Blood, for my doctors."
