The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and tension as a massive Portuguese carrack emerged on the horizon, its crimson cross flapping on the sails like a challenge. It cut through the waters of Malindi's port, heading straight for the docks without waiting for approval.
Within minutes, three Nuri naval patrol ships surrounded it in formation. From one of the sleeker vessels, Captain Musa barked out through a long bronze speaking horn.
"Unidentified foreign ship, state your name, purpose, and origin. You are entering sovereign waters. Turn back or prepare for escort."
On the deck of the carrack, the emissaries exchanged amused glances. The lead diplomat, António Fernandes, stepped forward. Clean-shaven with calculating eyes and a robe too fine for this humidity, he raised his own voice in return.
