Things seem to have settled somewhat in Central America. There are still pirate pikemen in Palenque, but not much is going on. At the bottom of the shot, a Hawaiian composite bowman is resting his feet. Typical Hawaii. If they’re not making sweet tropical love, they’re sleeping in some forest somewhere.
This trade route perfectly sums up the Maya. Nobody cares if their cities are tradable, they’re worthless. Nobody cares about their borders because they can’t police them. Basically the Maya exist to make it hard for Mexico to interact with people.