Isla CacheKaruku looked down at the locals in front of him and turned to Sparrow and Grasshopper. “It is time,” he said. They were in the small town hall where over two hundred people had gathered to listen to the great Carib ruler Karuku ‘returned from the dead’. He gathered his thoughts and rose to his feet. “My people,” he began, “remember my name, Karuku, the ruler of these islands many hundreds of years ago. We came from the mainland as conquerors, a proud people unbeaten in human conflict until the white man and his money came, then we lost our country and our heritage. Now it’s time to take back what is really ours.” He spoke clearly and confidently in the local dialect. “You have an election in the next few days; I can promise that with my leadership we will nationalise the oil wel
