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Meanwhile, back inside the stone walls of plateau, Banana was surrounded by the entire plateau tribe. Standing next to his machine, they looked around nervously. If this failed, they would be killed on the spot, as the stakes had been raised unanimously by the villagers, who had just about had it with the amount of metal Banana had been going through. Many had their daggers out, ready to strike as soon as the machine fell apart.

Banana loaded his machine with coal, and placed his customised crossbow on the top. It had been adjusted so that it fired many times faster than a regular crossbow, and Banana had also taken the liberty of adding a small flaming object onto the end, which ignited the customised bolts that Banana had smithed specially for the occasion. They had coal that was soaked in oil attached to the front end, which were supposed to light and shine in the sky. Although it had no practical use, as it slowed the bolt and the flame wasn't strong enough to light a wooden object, Banana was hoping that it should look pretty.

As the gears turned, he heard the sound of many bows being drawn. Banana knew that this had to work perfectly if he was to avoid death. After what seemed like an hour to poor Banana, the gears clicked and the crossbow was fully charged. With shaking hands, he pointed it into the sky and fired.

It had a stunning effect. Completely contrary to what Banana thought would happen beforehand, the oil and coal fell off the edges of the bolt, creating a trail of fire, and made a loud hiss as it ignited, making something similar to a firework that didn't explode when it ran out of fuel. As Banana held down the trigger for the crossbow, a total of five bolts shot out before the gears jammed. However, nobody noticed that, because in a matter of a few seconds, five sparkling fireworks had been launched into the night sky, and lit it up in a most spectacular manner that they had not seen since they arrived at the islands. All feelings of hatred disappeared, and was replaced with mutterings of "I want one!" and "That's a weapon if I ever saw one..."

A large round of applause that could be heard from mainland shook the island, and plans for a slave ship to be sent out were organised. Banana was given the task of creating as many engines and mechanised crossbows as he could, and from that point onwards, the islands would never be the same again.

''Ok, so the objective of this is to try and create some dislike for the plateau tribe (nobody likes slave traders), and prod the story on a bit. Not to centre the story around myself, as I plan on settling down a bit after this adventure, or to try and make everyone be forced to join the plateau as a slave and ruin their story.''

I'll be collecting a group of settlers at mainland or something, but of you wish to hop onto the boat, feel free to do so.