Aztec Eternals

"Oh, sorrow, sorrow! The sea is quiet and the tides whisper. Guided by the stars, we sail to the uninhabited island. Under the comfort of the Lord, all sorrows will be healed!..."

A low lament floated on the broken Portuguese flagship, like falling leaves, sinking into the deep blue sea. The deep sea is a dead cemetery, and the sailboat is a wooden coffin for sailing. There is no dead body, only the blood stains before death. And the nine scarred sailors are the last gravekeepers on the ship, hanging low around the mast and singing ghostly death songs.

"Goodbye, death, death! Their voyage has ended, and the deep blue is their final destination. Virgin Mary, please listen to my prayer! May the dead sink into the deep sea and never be alone again!~~"

Hearing such a depressing barcarolle, Captain Bruno opened his mouth, dissatisfaction flashing across his face. However, he could not display the majesty of the captain, and could not even say a word of scolding or encouragement.

"The fleet has been defeated, and people's hearts have been shattered!... If I continue to talk and punish... I may not be able to keep my head..."

At this time, five full days had passed since the nightmare that no one wanted to look back on, the sneak attack by the native sailing ship that night. The exploration fleet that came out of sixty crew members only had eight crew members left, and almost everyone was injured! …

Even if ocean voyages have always been a journey of death for sailors, the current casualties are too tragic!

"Damn it! Those despicable, barbaric, deceitful, and sneak attack devil tribes! They have long colluded with the native kingdom of Sipangu, maybe they are part of the native kingdom! The gold, pearls and books they took out , they are all here to trick us into staying here so that they can bring in the navy..."

"Damn it! The devilish natives who deserve to go to hell! I must return with the kingdom's navy and slaughter the entire native tribe!... In the southern continent, there is not a single native tribe that dares to offend our Portuguese. We slaughtered them! ...Except Songhai and Congo!..."

"O Lord! The devil who deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are. They will be tormented day and night forever and ever! …"

The sailboat turned north and sailed into peaceful waters, away from the dangerous island of Haiti. Bruno's deep fear when he was attacked finally dissipated with the arrival of safety. Then, the danger was lifted, fear was replaced by anger, and anger was filled with the desire to kill! You know, in the black African continent in the south, the Portuguese navy is an invincible force, and there are no enemies on the sea!

However, this is not the southern continent after all, and it is not a place where the Portuguese navy can project all its force. This is thousands of miles away, a distant place that requires two months of sailing without any supplies or docking. No matter how powerful the navy is, the power it can project here is very limited... because the deep sea is a violent abyss that cannot be tamed, cannot be guaranteed, and is full of dangers. Maybe an unprecedented storm can wipe out the most powerful navy in Europe...well, it is the most powerful navy at the moment...

"Huh! Sipangu in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, the native kingdom thousands of miles away...Hey! Blessed Mother! We only have the last eight people left..."

After a moment of incompetent rage, Bruno let out a long sigh. He closed his eyes silently, recalled the Portuguese sailing experience, and determined his next action strategy.

"Witness the Lord! For all the native tribes you encounter next, you must maintain the greatest degree of goodwill and respect! You must avoid the dangerous large tribes of natives, and avoid those barbarians with poisonous arrows... The safest, Just have friendly contact with a small tribe of a few dozen people! ...and trick a few natives into boarding the ship to make up for the lack of sailors! ..."

In the current situation, the Portuguese exploration fleet was indeed completely disabled. Even the stern of the flagship was still missing a big hole, and there was no ship material to make up for it. In this dilapidated state, it is naturally impossible for the flagship to continue exploring. They must avoid all dangerous native islands, repair the ship a little, and return along the proven route!

"Navigator Pedro! What is the current latitude?…"

"Captain, the current latitude is 21 to 22 degrees north latitude, which is approximately in the waters of the Bahamas! I visited this loose archipelago waters two years ago. Even the two small islands I encountered before looked very familiar... Captain, the natives here are very friendly and can let us have a good rest and replenish our supplies..."

"No! The Lord witnesses! Pedro, we can't stay here! This place is too close to the big island of Haiti in the south and to those ferocious natives! You know, there are many things in the hands of those natives. The equally fast caravels! Once they catch up, the consequences are simply unimaginable..."

"Like yesterday, several small tribes we saw ran away in fear after seeing us... It is very likely that they have all had exchanges with the native kingdom of Sipangu, and they are within the scope of influence of those barbarians. Inside!…"

Captain Bruno shook his head and rejected Pedro's suggestion. As a senior navy officer for ten years, after getting rid of the confusion of gold, his mind has completely sobered up.

Even the native tribes in the Bahamas are very small and cannot pose any threat to the flagship. But as long as they show fear of fleeing, it is a dangerous signal, proving their dangerous connection with the native kingdom, and the possibility of leaking information! Therefore, they cannot stay and must keep moving! Moving is the safest...

"God is my witness! Let's look for another smaller island, where the tribe of the natives cannot exceed a hundred people! Then, we will go to the island for supplies, cut down a few trees, transport them to the ship for processing, and get a few more natives on board... In one or two days at most, we will continue to leave eastward!..."

"Ah? Captain, eastward? Do you want to... take the return route in Columbus's logbook and return directly to the northeast?..."

"Foda-se! Bullshit! Don't mention Columbus, that damn liar! His logbook is full of lies and deadly pitfalls! The natives we met along the way are different from the farts he recorded!... I will no longer believe any nonsense in that logbook! I only believe everything I see with my own eyes!..."

When it comes to the "liar" Columbus, Bruno explodes with anger, fiercely draws out the scimitar at his waist, and slashes twice with force. His noble sword had been lost in the night raid and explosion that night, so he could only pick up a scimitar left by a dead sailor as a temporary weapon. And because of the previous "gold transaction", all the spare weapons and armor in the cabin were sold out, and there was no replenishment at all...

"The Virgin Mary is witnessing! For the next return voyage, for safety, we will try to follow the island chain we came from! Avoid all the hair-dying barbarians, do not stop the ship at the shore, until the jungle continent in the south, and then turn east!..."

"Ah? Go east along the jungle continent? Wouldn't that mean we have to go to 4-5 degrees north latitude, or even further south?..."

"That's right! Follow the coast of the jungle continent in the south, east to the end! I need to record how big this new continent in the deep sea of ​​the Atlantic Ocean is, so that I can report to His Majesty Joao!..."

"In addition, sailing east from that latitude will actually get closer and closer to the black African continent south of Europe. The closer... maybe if we are lucky, we can reduce the deep-sea voyage by half and sail directly to the important stronghold of the kingdom in the southern continent, the port of Sierra Leone! "

"Sierra Leone Port at 8-9 degrees north latitude? Swish! Boss, the fried fish and fried bananas there are very delicious! I drool just thinking about it... Of course, what makes people drool even more is those soft and hairless native women, who feel as smooth as silk. That place is a familiar place for the kingdom. The surrounding native tribes have been conquered repeatedly and are very docile! ... Hehehe! ..."

"Haroldo? Have you touched expensive silk? Blowing it here, and laughing so lewdly! If you have the time, you might as well help me cut an eye patch to cover this blind eye that can't see! ..."

As they talked, Haroldo, the boatswain, and Matim, the quartermaster, came over. Haroldo had a piece of scalp missing from the middle of his forehead, which looked a bit funny. Matim was blind in one eye, and his fierce face became more ferocious. He shook his head a little irritably, looked in the direction of the old carpenter Ivo and the native Shushu, and said in a muffled voice.

"Captain! No matter how I think about it, I feel that there was an insider on our ship in the ambush that night! Maybe it was that guide 'rat'!... Damn it! Hand him over to me for interrogation! If he dares not to tell the truth, I will dig out his eyes and use them myself!..."