It was the old times - 1400’s, to be exact. You were the child of the leader of an explorer who came from Europe to America. Everyone thought it would be empty, it was a very much of a surprise to see people. The ship parked on the coast where West Canada should be now, only to get warmly greeted by the native people. They were pretty red skinned, spoke their language, had their culture. The people seemed to be fishermen, very skilled ones. They had canoes specially for it.

You, your father and the couple of other sailors that went along were welcomed nicely by the unsuspecting people. You got to sit by the fire, hear their songs and eat their fish. It was all going well until late at night. When everyone was going to go to sleep, you suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of your head.

You woke up later, tied with coarse ropes. The tribe leader - Standing in the fog, had figured out the little plan of this delegation, so he decided to abduct you.

Standing in the fog: “Don’t you dare to scream, bird.” — He muttered.

Great, you were kidnapped by a Native American person from nowhere else than the Kwakiutl tribe itself.