The men saw several dwellings high in the treetops all intertwined with walkways. Suddenly it was apparent that the treetops were alive with action. Natives dropped from the sky surrounding Calvo and his team. While being held at spear point Calvo reassured his men to stand strong and show no fear. “W .. wha … what’s a matter with their eyes sir?” one of the men questioned. Calvo had never seen it before personally, only heard stories. The natives' eyes were all clouded, almost milky and somewhat opaque. The movement of the Natives was almost as if they were hunting the air for a scent. Calvo replied to his men: “I believe they are blind . . . move easy men. I don’t believe they want to hurt us, they are merely defending the village. They’re just as afraid, if not moreso, than you are.” “How should we proceed, sir?” ... “Slowly set your weapons down by your side. Now, Muldoon, hand me some of those sweet berries we found earlier.” Once Muldoon retrieved the berries from his satchel, Calvo slowly extended his hand, palm up, holding the fragrant berries out toward one of the natives who seemed to be in command. The native cautiously moved closer, recognizing the sweet scent. He took some of the berries from Calvo’s hand and took in their fragrance. Then the native made some clicking noises and his companions lowered their spears. Calvo’s men sighed in relief. "Share something fragrant with them, men. Move slowly and do as I did." The men extended food items from their kits, holding out dried fruit or pieces of dried, salted meat. The natives quickly understood and shared local fruit, as well as parrot feathers -- very soft to the touch! Calvo wondered if the natives could tell how colorful the plumage was! Some of the natives leaned in to smell the gun powder in a powder horn, but clearly did not like it! Calvo tried speaking a couple of times, but the natives gave no indication that they recognized the foreigners' style of speech. Calvo tried repeating some clicks spoken by the natives, which resulted in an odd laughter from the natives. The natives' language was very different from the way Halosians made their sounds for speech, but Calvo made a few more attempts, and even got what he thought was an approving click from the leader at one point. Calvo made a mental note to himself that he must return in the future to study this language more. After the exchange of items and the attempts at communication wound down, the leader made some more clicking sounds, and some of his men stepped aside to present a way out of the clearing. "OK men. Slowly reach down and pick up your weapons, keeping the muskets low, then follow me." (Calvo thought the natives could tell from the smell of the powder how the muskets were held. And he was still not sure whether the natives could see at all, but thought that they had at least some sensitivity to light.) Then Calvo led his men through the opening and out of the village. The natives followed them for a bit, but soon the clicks and rustling in the treetops subsided. Calvo wondered if this was an isolated village, of if there were more all over the island. Finding that out should complete his initial survey of this island. --- An overview of the build, including treetop dwelling and walkway: