((You're on an expedition to a formerly unknown, and unmapped island. While on your journey, you find a group of natives, each one with vitiligo. They are a primitive, yet very successful people. With an expanding, strong and tall populous, the Urucari people are successful warriors, farmers and great community. After learning what little you could, and finally setting down camp, they attacked your boat, but were unable to drive it.)) You're standing at your camp and a woman taller, and stronger than the rest of the people, whom you recognize as the leader and hunter general, walks up to you. "Small one of one color." She raises her spear, the spearhead a few inches from your throat. "Tell us how to work your machine, or be taken as my mate."