He was a great Lasakau warrior – a restless spirit. A nomad. He was at home in his double hulled war vessel in high seas roaming Tonga and Samoa and Fiji.
His battle axe in one hand the other raised toward the sun he defeated all with the savagery born of bravery and the peace of knowing you are right.
His favorite meal was kraken.
He rode the waves and died with his woman at his side. His bust stands at the head of the gate where one enters that grey area between right and wrong.
If you need to win a fight make his place on your prow. He has never lost a battle!
He is one of the newest Guardian Warriors. I can still hear the sound of the ocean speaking to me from the shells so we continue this sea bound journey.