As the sun set on the distance, the smell of food begun to fill every nook and corner of Little Merenae. Earlier men had gone through the streets inviting the inhabitants to share in the good fortune that had befallen Zabieru and enjoy a warm meal for that purpose. Now with the evening upon them, fires blazed and heated pitch black cauldrons filled with a reddish-orange mix and bulky seaman bustled around making sure the mix cooked correctly and the flames never died as well as making sure every mouth that arrived was matched with a hefty portion of the grub.
The stew was instantly recognized by most Mereneese as the Aberri staple of marmitako, a traditional sailor food that counted with equal parts of fish - though sometimes whale - and vegetables. Every dish given was always accompanied by the giver saying "Because Don Xabier wants to share his good fortune with the good people of La Última Esperanza"
In the middle, a joyous Zabieru walked greeting and smiling to the people that begun to gather in the plaza.