POV: The year is 1788 CE. You are the average salt-of-the-grind Aboriginal-Australian semi-nomadic hunter-gatherer and part-time fisherman hailing from the Eora tribe, currently dwelling within the lush and very verdant subtropical-climate eucalyptus-forested coastal area of what would one day become the great metropolitan city of Sydney in New South Wales, Australia. You are minding your own business on the beach within what would be called "Botany Bay", happily playing your didgeridoo to casually pass the time, when all of a sudden you see a fleet of about a dozen-or-so large and quite strange-looking wooden ships from who-knows-where dock themselves in the harbor...
