On the vast sea, strong winds gather dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, petrels fly proudly like black lightning. It looked down at the fleeting boats on the sea with its sharp eyes. Then, the storm swept in and swallowed the petrel and the fleet together!
"Lord God! The sky was clear just now, why did there suddenly be a storm?! Could it be my curse?..."
Huitu Puap was wearing leather armor, his eyes widened in fear, staring at the black clouds approaching from the sky. The black clouds gathered into a ball, carrying a wild whistling sound. They seemed to be slow, but they were coming quickly. Within a moment, the rolling clouds completely engulfed the kingdom's expedition fleet. The sky turned dark for an instant, the waves suddenly became rough, and even the double-decker longboat spun among the waves like a toy!
"The Lord God bless the fleet! We have been heading east for nine days safely, at least more than 700 miles away! The Cuban Snake Island in the east is definitely not far away, right around the fleet. This is the final test, As long as you survive this storm, you can reach the sacred place of prophecy!”
Thomas, the priest of the main god, was wearing a short robe, holding high the emblem of the main god, stumbling around, and loudly encouraging the crew. Even though he had never seen such a violent storm, his devout faith gave him a fearless heart and the courage not to fear death.
"Praise the Lord God! She will give us divine blessings to overcome these storms and thunder!"
"Boom! Boom!"
The deafening thunder tore through the dull sky and illuminated the turbulent sea. A shadow as tall as a wall appeared not far away, suddenly rushing toward the swaying fleet.
"O Lord God! O Cloud Snake God! Ah!..."
The apprentice Darksnake grasped the rope and let out a cry of fear. A big wave eight or nine meters high hit us head on. With a "wow" sound, the big romance passed over the bow of the ship, rolled up the dark snake's thin body, and hit the side of the ship with a "bang". Dark snake's eyes suddenly darkened, and the rope in his hand was unable to loosen, swinging wildly like seaweed.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
After the fierce waves passed, the dark snake was like a weak swimming fish, lying flat on the deck with bubbles spitting out of its mouth. Next to him was Didi who was also dizzy. Didi reluctantly raised her head and looked around, and saw the crew members swaying around and sitting around, and there seemed to be some familiar figures missing.
"Bah! Such a big water, such a big wind, and such a big thunder!"
Sailor Didi shook his head and spit out the salty seawater that he poured into his mouth. He choked on his nose and felt uncomfortable. He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and the lightless day, filled with fear. But in fear, he touched his tattooed forehead and felt a pious belief.
"Ah, no. The Lord God is the biggest one! She will cover us with light, like the sun in the sky!"
However, the Lord God didn't seem to hear Didi's prayers. On the sea surface not far away, another big wave is gathering and rising, like a hill growing out of the sea, about to sweep over!
"Boom! Boom!"
Lightning and thunder, the deafening rumble with dazzling white light, turned into a symphony in the storm. Sailor Didi looked at the horizon and took a breath of air.
"Hiss! Another big wall!"
Didi hurriedly added two more turns to the rope tied to her body. Then, he finally saw the dark snake lying down and was surprised. After a slight hesitation, he pulled out the rope and tied Dark Snake to his side.
"God bless you! Persevere! Persevere to the end, it will be a bright victory! ...Ahem!"
The shouts of the main god priest Tomat floated faintly on the ship, still so firm and fearless. Huitu Puap leaned next to the mast and tied himself to the mast at the bow of the ship. It seemed a bit as determined as a sacrifice.
As for the other warriors and sailors, most of them had pale faces and frightened expressions, trying to stay fixed in various places on the longship. And low voices of prayer sounded on the ship, like everyone's only hope.
Didi looked around and didn't see Father Chihuaco, and suddenly felt a little anxious. The wave just now was so big. Could it be that the captain's father was swept away by the wave? ...Thinking of this, Didi felt a sore nose and cried bitterly while hugging the dark snake.
"Woooooo! Dark Snake, the big daddy, is gone!..."
"Whoa! Whoa!"
The raging tide rolled in again, causing the long boat to sway and spin half a circle. Under the cabin of the flagship, there was a sudden "bang bang" of impact!
"Hiss! Tikalo, your long head is really bald and hard!"
Chihuaco, the old militiaman, covered his head and glared at Tikalo at the bottom of the boat. Tikalo's face turned pale. Just as he was about to speak, he spat it out with a loud sound.
"Ahem! God...ah..."
"Oh my God! How long will this storm last? How far are we from Cuba's Snake Island?!"
Chihuaco held the Mayan merchant Tikalo in one hand and the Cuban guide Cuba in the other. He stared at the frightened Bowser and asked sternly, and then looked at Tikalo.
"Quick! Help me translate!"
Tikalo spoke with difficulty, spoke to Bowser for a few words, then turned around and reluctantly answered.
"Storms in this sea are very unpredictable. This sudden storm must have been brought by a hurricane. Maybe the next moment, the storm will stop and go away. It may also last for four or five days before dissipating. ..”
"Hi! Four or five days? No, with the fleet's condition, we can't hold on for another four or five days! We have never encountered such a big storm in our previous explorations!"
Chihuaco's face turned white and he was shaking on his feet. He gritted his teeth, his expression showing anxiety, and repeated the question.
"How far are we from Cuba's Snake Island?"
Tikalo asked aloud. After a moment, he paused and answered awkwardly.
"Kuba said that based on the sailing days, we should have arrived in Cuba!"
"What!"
Chihuaco jumped up in anger and hit the deck above him with a bang. He covered his head in pain and cursed in a low voice.
"Arrived in Cuba? You can't see even a little bit of land around you..."
"When the storm rises, you can't see far away. Kuba said that our location must be near Cuba..."
"Damn! Is it nearby? This blind guy..."
Chihuaco let go of the two men and left them alone in the cabin. He turned around and climbed onto the deck, and saw high waves pressing down from above his head.
"Ah! Blind Your Majesty..."
"Crash! La!"
"Bah! Bah bah..."
After a long while, Chihuaco climbed up from the deck and spat out a mouth full of salt water. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, shook his head hard, and tied the rope around himself. Then, his legs and feet became weak, and he staggered for a while before finding the seafaring priest Mecat.
"Mecat, where is the wind heading now?"
"Ahem! Dear Captain Chihuaco..."
With a look of embarrassment on his face and soaked to the skin, Merkat huddled in the corner of the longship holding the compass needle. He stretched out his fingers, dipped them in the rainwater, and felt them carefully for a while before answering uncertainly.
"It seems to be heading east, south...occasionally also heading west, north..."
"The wind blows east to south, occasionally west to north...the boat swings left and right, but doesn't move..."
Chihuaco stared, dripping with water, and thought for a while. Then, he gritted his teeth and asked as he looked at the long ship that was shaking and wandering around from time to time.
"Mecat, where is the bow of our ship pointing?"
"Uh... It was heading southeast just now, and now it seems to be heading northwest again..."
Chihuaco looked sharply at the surrounding sea. Vaguely, he saw the remaining long ships. Their prows were different, but their positions were not far off.
"Damn it! The fleet has not moved or moved forward, just spinning in the storm..."
"Uh! Dear Captain Chihuaco, the crew has never encountered such a severe storm, and it is difficult for the crew to row at this time..."
"Raise the sails on the bow and stern of the ship! Let the wind carry us forward!"
Chihuaco, the veteran militiaman, bit his lip and shouted out orders with unusual determination. His eyes once again showed a desperate determination, just like the night when the royal capital was destroyed.
"Raise the sails! No matter what, we can't stay here!"
"Raise the sails! The Lord God protects the fleet and points the bow to the east!"
