Give them a taste of their own medicine

From what you can see there seems to be a great deal of food and, more importantly, **** at the Carib feast. While perhaps lacking in chivalry, a night-time ambush when the raiders are good and drunk would probably be the most efficient and effective way to fight. Plus, it is pleasantly ironic that they will fall to their own preferred tactics. You make your decision known, and details of the plan are shared throughout the camp in Spanish and Taino. As the sun begins to set, your war party begins moving into position.

As night falls, your canoes have already made landfall on the Carib's island. Most of the village is asleep, with only a few small fire remaining lit. A handful of the tribe are still up and about, but far too few to resist your group. Your men separate into squads and move into positions in the vegetation in the background of the settlement, as planned. At least on Taino man is in every group, and give a local birdcall to show that they are in position without being to conspicuous. Once they've all reached their spot, you give the signal to attack. With a furious yell, your men crash out of the forests and fall on the village. Their thundering war cries are soon mixed with the screams and shout of the Caribs, both those few remaining awake and those roused from their slumber. You rush forward with your men, loose soil giving way to the packed, sandy earth of the inhabited area.

Your natives are ruthless, and crash into the Caribs with their full fury, lusting for ****. They spear any who give resistance, squads making quick work of the loners and pairs of Caribs able to get on their feet. Those who do manage to fight back, drunk, full, and freshly awake, do little better. It feels like an hour has passed, but in reality your men take the village in what can't have been more than ten minutes. As you tally up the casualties, you find that aside from a few injuries you have taken no losses, while more than a dozen Carib warriors are slain. The women and children are being chased from their huts and collected in the center of the village, now captive themselves. In spite of the bloody battle, there are moments of great joy, as your men find and liberate relatives from the huts. With such a great victory, you will surely rise in esteem back home.

As you watch your victorious warriors take captives, you wonder if you should take one for yourself. Among the sitting captives one catches your eye: a young Carib girl, her wavy dark hair tied in a bun and decorated with a bright local flower. Her breasts, though small, are bared and enticing, while the width of her hips suggests a fertile, womanly body. A flash of heat goes through you as you imagine having her to yourself. Yet, doing such a thing would almost certainly preclude a relationships with Isabella; she is uncomfortable enough with a lover, but a Carib captive as well? And what would Yahima think? Hmmm...

(Sorry if this thread has been getting some favoritism lately, I've just had this plot in mind since the beggining and wanted to finally make good progress on it.)