Bangka Island Indonesia Spring 1511
Wu khan and his daughter Mei Mei had spent the day watching the fleet of Chinese junks making their way into the harbor all day. It was a large fleet and prepared for war. From the packed decks, it was evident that each ship was packed with soldiers who had suffered on the long voyage south and for whom the prospect of shore leave was earnestly anticipated. The crowded the decks and called out to the locals, especially the boats full of women advertising the on shore brothels. Khan had not expected such a fleet and wondered just where they were bound. He knew that the Chinese were vesting themselves in Ceylon and there had been talk of further efforts on Java. But he knew that Java was only necessary because Malacca controlled the straits. Mei interrupted his thoughts as if she could read his mind: Wouldnt it be simpler to vanquish Malacca than to secure passage around Sumatra and be forever fighting the pirates who infest the southern shore? He smiled at her remark and nodded.
Perhaps, but we do not know the mind of the Emperor. Those soldiers just might have the task of building a bridge from her to Ning-Po so in the future his armies can march all the way to Bangka. Tomorrow he would find some captain, get him drunk, and get all the details. Such information would have its price among the kings and princes of Indonesia.