They spoke in a pidgin language, so nuances were not ascertainable, but the guys kneeling on the Italian shore were captivated by what the foreigners were doing. They had bought, among other things, a sheep, and they were clearly intending to cook it, eat it, and share it with their trading partners in celebration of this so far successful voyage. The foreigners’ wooden ship was skillfully anchored to a big rock onshore, and the wine they had bought they also shared generously.

They slaughtered the sheep near the fire, but then one of them cut a gash in the sheep's belly and thrust his hand in, drawing out the liver, which he then closely studied. The Italians asked him what he was doing, and he seemed to say that he was seeking there the will of the gods. The Italians looked at each other as if he were daft, but they were silent and tried to be respectful.