Through the streets of Recife, slaves carry sacks on their backs, while sugar plantation owners pass by on horseback. You're running and end up stopping in front of a shop, where two men are arguing.

Sellers have their advantages for these Dutch. One of them speaks. The other frowns.

They speak in a slurred language I've never seen before.

Both laugh. Then you see a procession passing by, and the townspeople bow. It's the governor, Count Maurice of Nassau. He looks at you with a curious look.

Such a hurry. Where are you going?