The wind roared like the roar of gods in the sky. The waves are turbulent, like a giant standing on the sea. Under the dark and deep sky, the seven kingdom exploration longships were like straw swept away by the rapids, struggling in the turbulent and deep sea. The fleet drifted with the current, spinning, unable to extricate itself. It wasn't until the flag was hoisted on the flagship and the long sails on the bow and stern were raised that the howling wind stretched out its hands, stretched out the bow-like sea surface, and shot out the tiny long ship!
"O Lord God! Ah!..."
Huitu Puap hugged the tightly tied mast, feeling the lightning speed of the ship, and screamed in horror. The strong wind blew away his eagle helmet, and the tide penetrated his leather armor. Even his feet were carried by the fast longship, and he was about to fly off the deck.
"Ah! The condor! This is the remnant curse of the condor. It wants me to fly like an eagle, and then fall into the sea..."
Huitu was shouting randomly, but the raised sail was full and hit something. After a few breaths, a petrel knocked unconscious by the sail fell from the height of the mast and hit Huitu's head.
"winter!"
"God...ah..."
Huitu's eyes darkened, his head was lost in the lake, and his hands were still holding the mast. Wind and rain came in waves, and the tides knocked the long boat sideways from time to time. The chief priest Thomas was tied to the side of the ship, still holding his head high, fearlessly shouting into the storm, encouraging all the crew members.
"The Lord God bless us! She protects us and resists the evil gods' obstacles! We will definitely, definitely will, pass through the storm and waves and reach the fertile land of divine enlightenment..."
"Mecat!"
"Captain, move a little to the left. Okay, okay! Move to the right..."
Chihuaco, an old militiaman, stood at the stern of the boat, controlling the stern rudder with difficulty and trying his best to point the bow of the boat towards the east. He didn't know where the fleet would be taken by the strong winds, and could only let fate lead its way. But he was convinced that as long as he got through the center of the storm, the fleet would definitely survive!
"What an unpredictable fate... I hope you can be more reliable than gods..."
The old militiamen murmured and stood at the stern of the boat, tied with ropes. The longship rocked, and he stumbled, but never fell.
The clouds were always low, the waves were erratic, and the wind was getting fiercer. The kingdom's fleet was carried forward by the strong wind like a spinning arrow for an unknown length of time. Chihuaco, the veteran militiaman, gritted his teeth and relied on his determination not to bow his head, even if his knees were weak, he still stood on the boat.
The ship was moving very fast, and the bow of the flagship was pulled by the wind, constantly rising, and then being pushed down by the waves. Amid such rhythmic swaying, a comatose petrel swayed toward the stern of the boat until it was at Chihuaco's feet.
"Huh? This unconscious seabird?...Is this a bad omen?..."
Chihuaco stared at the lost seabirds in the storm, and felt an unknown feeling in his heart. However, within a moment, he reacted again, with surprise in his eyes.
"No, that's not right! There are seabirds appearing, we should be at the edge of the land! This is a good sign!...Cavado, the storm has weakened. Climb the mast carefully and take a look around!"
"Yes, Captain!"
Hearing this, Mountain Bird Cavado got soaked all over and climbed up from the deck as if he had been fished out of the water. Trembling, he hugged the slippery mast, grabbed the extended rope, and climbed to a height of several meters. Then, he looked hard for a while, shook his head and shouted.
"Captain, it's too dark! You can't see anything! It's all dark in the distance..."
"Okay...come down!..."
"boom!"
A delayed flash of lightning flashed across the gloomy sky, illuminating the road ahead. Yamatori Cavado was suddenly shocked. He stretched out his hand and pointed forward in surprise, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Land! Captain, land suddenly appeared in front of you! It's a shoal! No, it's an island, no, it's a string of small islands! ... Ah, a long string of small islands, right in front of you, so close. !...Oh! No! We are going to collide...We are going to collide..."
"Boom! Bang bang!"
A fierce collision suddenly sounded from the bottom of the ship! The entire longship was shaken instantly and rushed onto the beach. Its speed suddenly dropped from more than ten meters per second to zero. Chihuaco, the old militiaman, staggered, could no longer stand, and fell towards the bow of the ship. The mountain bird Cavado screamed and fell from the mast several meters high. Fortunately, the rope on his body wrapped around his legs and hung him upside down at the tail of the mast, allowing him to narrowly escape death. The crew members on the ship were also rolled into a ball in the fierce impact. As for Ti Carlo in the cabin, he was hit up and down so many times that his head was swollen.
"Blessed by the Lord God! She guided us to the prophesied land!"
After a while, the main priest Thomas was the first to get up. Holding the sun amulet high in his hand, he walked to the bow and stared at the beach where the longboat washed up. The beach is gray and white, as desolate as bones. On the beach where the tide rises and falls, there are no traces of man-made objects.
Then, he looked around, and a desolate and narrow island appeared in front of him. This small island seems to be only two or three miles in diameter, and the edge can be seen at a glance. On the sea on both sides, there are more fragmented islands, forming a long chain of islands. From a distance, this island chain is like a fishing line drawn out of the sea. From the far northwest sky to the southeastern sky, there is no end in sight and no one knows how many miles it is. The kingdom's longship was blocked by this long island chain and stranded on the deserted beach.
"Uh...this is fertile soil, Cuba?"
Priest Thomas touched his head, a little unsure. The storm was much weaker and the sky was a little brighter. He looked around and carefully observed the deserted forest on the island, but still saw no sign of human activity.
"Kuba, where is this?"
Chihuaco looked pale. He held the Mayan businessman Tikalo with one hand and the guide Kuba with the other hand and walked to the side of the ship. Tikalo's face was even paler than Chihuaco's, almost like ground bone meal. He suppressed the turmoil in his stomach, leaned against Bowser, and asked a few questions in a low voice.
Bowser stood beside the boat in a daze, looking at the dark sky with light, the vast blue sea, and the fragmented island chain. He sniffed the fresh sea breeze vigorously, as if he wanted to smell the scent of his ancestors' hometown from the sea breeze. The crowd gathered around him, holding their breath and not disturbing the guide's memories.
"The long island chain, I recognize it...this is, this is..."
Bowser's face gradually became vivid, like a dull wooden board painted with bright colors. And this color is engraved deep in his heart, it is the growth ring he was born with, and it is engraved with the marks of his ancestors. The corners of Bowser's mouth gradually turned up, and his eyes slowly became moist. He seemed to be smiling but not smiling, seemed to be crying but not crying. He wanted to shout but didn't know what to shout...
After a while, the Guanahatabe guide straightened his spine in front of Tikalo for the first time. He stretched out his hand, pointed at the islands in the southeast, and whispered.
"Here are the long feathers of the snake god, falling on the island chain on the sea. And not far to the east is the large island of scales, where the scales and flesh of the snake god fell."
Then, Bowser turned around and pointed to the northwest of the island chain, looking at the increasingly bright sea and sky. His eyes became bright and his voice became excited.
"There, at the end of the long feathers... is the tail of the Feathered Snake God, the mountains to the west of the sea, where the ancestral tribes are! At the end of this island chain, is the rich and fertile land, Snake Island Cuba!"
