Anilao returned to his simple hut on the outskirts of Iloilo just as the first rays of dawn painted the sky a fiery orange. Exhaustion gnawed at him, but sleep was a luxury he couldn't afford. He carefully spread the salvaged books on a woven mat, the damp pages clinging together.
He could decipher some of the Spanish text - basic phrases, orders barked by sailors during the storm. But the real treasures were the illustrations and symbols. Anilao recognized constellations he'd seen charted on the night sky by the old fishermen, but others were alien, hinting at faraway lands.The day unfolded in a blur of activity. Anilao bartered with a local trader, exchanging the salvaged trinkets for basic supplies - oil for his lamp, salt to preserve the damaged books, and most importantly, ink and parchment. He spent the long afternoon hunched over the mat, meticulously copying the symbols and diagrams.As dusk settled, casting long shadows across his hut, Anilao heard a hesitant knock at his door. He opened it cautiously to find a young woman, her face hidden beneath a worn shawl. Her eyes, wide and apprehensive, scanned the room before settling on the books."I saw you returning from the cove yesterday," she whispered. "The Spanish lost a ship, they say. Did you find anything?"Anilao recognized her. Maya, the daughter of a fisherman ostracized by the Spanish for questioning their authority. He trusted her."Knowledge," he said, holding up the copied symbols. "More valuable than gold."Maya's eyes widened further. Education was a forbidden fruit for the natives under Spanish rule. Yet, here it was, displayed before her."Can you teach me?" she pleaded, her voice barely a murmur.Anilao hesitated. The knowledge he possessed was a dangerous secret. But Maya's hunger for learning mirrored his own. He saw in her a potential ally, someone who could share the burden and the dream."Not here," he finally said. "It's too risky. Meet me by the abandoned lighthouse, under the cloak of night."A spark of defiance ignited in Maya's eyes. She nodded curtly and slipped away into the gathering darkness. Anilao extinguished his lamp, the only light now emanating from the countless stars above, each one a silent promise of a world waiting to be explored.