He had to act swiftly. The illusion of peaceful trade had been shattered, replaced by the stark reality of Spanish ambition. Lapu-Lapu's mind raced as he conferred with Babaylan.
"They are hungry for conquest, Rajah," Babaylan confirmed, his voice grim. "Their weapons are unlike anything we've seen."
"We cannot trust them," Lapu-Lapu declared, a fierce glint in his eyes. "Their offer of alliance is a wolf in sheep's clothing."
"But their weapons..." Babaylan trailed off, the dilemma evident on his face.
Lapu-Lapu understood. The Kastila's weaponry was undeniably superior. It could tip the scales in any conflict, making them a formidable foe. Yet the thought of submitting to foreign rule filled him with burning anger.
"We have courage," Lapu-Lapu said, his voice ringing with conviction. "We have knowledge of our land. We can fight them, Babaylan. We must."
The old advisor studied his chieftain, a flicker of admiration lighting up his eyes. "We can fight, Rajah," he agreed. "But we cannot fight alone. We need the other chieftains. We need to warn them of the true intentions of the Kastila."
Lapu-Lapu nodded, his resolve hardening. He had to use this encounter on the Kastila ship to his advantage. He had to convince the other Visayan leaders of the imminent threat, to forge a united front against the invaders.
"We will return to Cebu," Lapu-Lapu declared, his voice firm. "But not as guests. We will speak with Humabon, lay bare the Kastila's true motives, and urge him to join forces with us."
The journey back to Cebu was shrouded in a heavy silence. The playful banter and rhythmic chanting of the paddlers had been replaced by tense contemplation. Lapu-Lapu knew this was a pivotal moment. The fate of the Visayas hung in the balance. He had to convince Humabon, not just of the danger but of the potential for a unified Visayan resistance. The dream of a united kingdom, once a distant aspiration, now felt like the only path to survival.