The Great Bird of the Sea soared high above the world on broad wings that stretched twice the height of a man. It road the winds and roamed at will following what its keen eyes brought into focus. And while it did not know days or count them and did not know ships or men, it had been following a ship of men for many days. It followed them west from the empty ocean into the Serpentin. Of course the Serpentin looked to our bird like more ocean, but now dotted with small islands and more ships. But this one ship that worked its way among the many, held its interest. To our bird, Tamayame looked like any other land, but larger and at its waist, the ship stopped.
Like two eggs just touching, the land where the ship stopped was a narrow connection. It was the goal of the ship and its men. The Great Bird caught an updraft and circled in a lazy path taking all that lay below. A great nest of men stretched all across the tiny strip of land from shore to shore. To the north in a well protected bay, many ships bounced on the gentle waves and many meals of glistening fish were hauled from boats to land. The stone quay was crawling with men going this way and that, into and out of and all around. The houses of men, great and small, spread themselves thickly all across the land and they lay well bounded by great thick walls of stone that separated the nest from land outside. Of course such great walls were nothing to our bird who twitched his wings to change his course to see more of this place of men. Greater walls and bigger building were found in the center of the nest. To the south again lay the sea and more ships and boats of men. The egg shapes, east and west, were checkered green, yellow and brown and barren of useful life, and still the men tarried there and constructed small clusters of houses. All were connected by spidery trails of pale stone. Its interest waning our high flier smelled the sea on a brisk wind and longed to see the silvery ripples of dinner beneath his wings. With hardly an effort he turned south and was gone.
Makela of the Sea Clan and captain of his just completed expedition of exploration, stood high up on the wall of Waipios citadel. With his ships moored and his crew safe ashore he was about to enter the House of Clans and report all he had found. He looked up and saw once more the Great Bird of the Sea. It was slowly circling the city. The bird had been following his ship for the last three weeks. Appearing every dawn high up on the winds and disappearing with the sun each night. An omen? He said a quick prayer for the faithfulness of the bird and its long life and then turned to the stairs that led into the building.