Aztec Eternals

Pedro, are you ready? …”

"God bless you! Boss, the natives have helped us and prepared food for thirty people for two months! The fresh water on the ship can last for about one and a half months, and we can replenish it when it rains. According to the time we arrived, one The supplies will definitely be enough for more than a month. And the wind is also blowing from the northwest, which is relatively favorable... By the way! The sails and hull have been repaired long ago, and the sailors have also prepared some spare boards... Everyone The morale is high, you can raise the sails and sail the ship at any time!..."

"Very good! It's so blessed by the Holy Mother!..."

The sea and sky are bright, the sky is high and the clouds are wide. Clark's sailing ship Santa Maria was anchored in the natural deep harbor on the south coast of the island, and its sails had already been hung. This later "Nassau" port was named "Redemption Port" by De La Cosa, praying for the Lord's salvation and also representing the new life of the fleet.

"What a beautiful sunny day! Reminds me of spring in Valencia!"

At this moment, Captain Dracosa climbed out of the dark and dull cabin and took a deep breath. He stood under the clear Caribbean sky, blowing the warm January breeze, with a happy smile on his face. The navigator Pedro looked slightly sideways and noticed that De La Cosa was holding a roll of delicate parchment in his palm, and he could vaguely see the dense small characters inside, which seemed to be the handwriting of Columbus.

"Boss, Columbus, he... obeyed?..."

"Haha! With the knife on his neck, this stubborn donkey finally recognizes him!"

Dracosa smiled slightly and stuffed the parchment into the pocket of the captain's uniform. With this "confession" document, there is no need to worry about Columbus lying in front of the Queen. Then, he smiled and stretched out his palm, patted Pedro's shoulder affectionately, and made a clear promise.

"Pedro, you are very good! Follow me, next time you go to sea... you can be the deputy captain and share one-tenth of the loot!..."

"Ah! Thank you! Dear Commander Captain Dracosa!..."

Hearing this, Pedro was overjoyed, knelt down on one knee, imitated the manner of a knight's attendant, and bowed his head in salute. Looking at this nondescript etiquette, Dracosa smiled a little. He chuckled and asked again.

"The Lord testifies! The aroma of the tobacco leaves smoked by the natives is very wonderful! The nobles of the kingdom will be fascinated! And this wonderful plant can also heal wounds. It is really a wonderful treasure given by the Lord! ... Pedro , have you collected all the tobacco and seeds I want?..."

"Okay! Boss, it's in your captain's cabin! There is a big bag of tobacco and a small bag of seeds, which were only exchanged for a handful of glass beads!..."

"Well, that's right! The Queen and the Archbishop will definitely like these mysterious gifts from the East!" "

De La Cosa nodded again, placing high hopes on pleasing the nobles of the kingdom with this bag of "Oriental" tobacco that crossed the ocean! As for the white root eaten by the natives, he heard that it was poisonous and easy to spoil, and he didn't know the specific yield, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Very good! Everything is in order! Only the last thing missing...the hard-working sailors on the ship are also proof of reaching the East!..."

De La Cosa's smile remained unchanged as he looked at the Taíno natives on the shore who were watching the big boat and shouting happily, and even waved "friendly" to the old village chief. Then, he tilted his head with a slight smile and gave instructions to Pedro. …. .

"Go! There are too few sailors on the ship to withstand the wear and tear of the sea. Bring eight natives on board! Young, smart, and strong men who can do the most tiring hard labor on the ship and still come back alive to serve Lords of the kingdom, look, it proves that we have really arrived in the 'East'! And if the trek runs out of food, there are multiple guarantees..."

"Huh? To catch natives on the ship and become the most tiring and easy-to-die hard-working sailor? This..."

The navigator Pedro was startled, and looked at Dracosa, whose expression remained unchanged and was still smiling, and felt a slight shiver in his heart. These natives were so friendly to the fleet that they were almost heartbroken. Before leaving, they had to kidnap their young men...forget it, they were just ignorant natives, or even pagans who worshiped false gods. They were already guilty! …

Thinking of this, Pedro instantly understood. He didn't say anything else, just

Nodding vigorously, he jumped on the boat with two "kind" sailors...

"Ah? White-skinned, brothers Guaitang...you want to invite us on board the big ship to see something beautiful?..."

"God bless you! Come on! Get on the big ship! Follow me... I have good things for you! They are very beautiful!..."

The smart Sushu was a little confused and couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart. He followed the white-skinned sailor who was gesticulating and smiling, and climbed up the rope ladder of the big ship... The complex sailing ship he had never seen before instantly filled his sight. He opened his dark brown eyes wide and looked at the mast as high as a big tree, the ropes connected like branches, and the hull that could fit many huts, and couldn't help but scream in surprise.

"Ah! A tree boat! What a big tree boat!..."

"God of cassava! The white-skinned tribe actually has such a big tree to make such a big canoe!..."

"Eh? What gift does the white-skinned tribe want to give us? What are you looking at?..."

"hey-hey…"

Pedro raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Dracosa on the bow. De La Cosa smiled approvingly. The navigator was very flexible and did not rush to take action. Instead, he tricked the natives into boarding the ship first...

"God bless you! I, Dracosa, guided by the merciful Lord, lead you back to your homeland... I declare that I will sail back now!..."

"God bless! Let's sail back!..."

Eighteen Castilian sailors responded in unison, furling the heavy anchor and fully unfurling the sails. Soon, the huge Clark sailing ship left the port and turned eastward, getting faster and faster!

"Ah! Ancestor?! This is?..."

"O Goddess of the Sea! The white-skinned tribe's tree boat has moved and is heading for the deep sea! Ah! The village, the village is getting further and further away!..."

"No! No! Quick, let us down!... Please, let us go back!... Ooooh!..."

At this moment, the unknown premonition was completely verified in the smart Sushu's heart. He was the first to react and ran towards the side of the ship in panic. He wanted to jump into the sea and return to the village, but was kicked down by Pedro.

"Hey! Once on the ship, you are a working sailor! You still want to escape?...If you escape again, I will cut off your hand!..."

The panicked screams of the natives soon sounded on the sailboat, and then turned into cries of fear and despair in front of the approaching scimitars amid the fierce curses of the Castilian sailors! …. .

Seeing this scene from a distance and hearing the cries of the tribesmen, the old Taino village chief on the shore was stunned. His old face turned pale for a moment, and he felt dizzy and almost unsteady on his feet.

"Ancestors! These white-skinned tribes? These white-skinned tribes! They drove their boats and kidnapped the tribesmen! They kidnapped them!..."

"Ah! Why? Why is this happening! Why do they do this to us?! Why!..."

"I entertained them with delicious food and drinks, and we smoked the ancestor's sacred smoke together! I also worked hard to save their leader and gave them all the dry food in the village... Ancestor! What on earth is going on? Which brother tribe of the archipelago is this?...No! This is not a brother tribe, this is an evil demon, a white-skinned evil demon!...Ugh!..."

Looking at the big ship that kidnapped the young men, sailed away, and quickly disappeared into the eastern sky, the old Taino village chief could no longer stand, and felt that his heart was filled with regret. He fell to the ground with a "pop" and plunged into the soil, crying heart-breakingly with tears flowing down his face!

"Uuuu!...Sichuan! My grandson! My grandson!...It's me...it's me who hurt you!..."

In just two moments, the Taíno people on the island were happy to say goodbye to their friends, but it turned into a painful separation of life and death! Amid the distant cries of the Tainos, Dracosa on the bow did not change his expression. He just looked at the eastern sky and prayed devoutly in the direction of God's world.

"Attaenipseestscutueuetsaluseafortitudoeanonoveboraplius…"

"My heart is silent, waiting for God; my salvation comes from him...from the east!..."

"And one of my

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The big ship is heading east, and the sea breeze is strong. The cries and lamentations of the Taíno people were accompanied by the prayers of de la Cossa in Latin, and even more accompanied by the joy and singing of the Castilian sailors in Spanish!

They sang sailor songs, imagined their warm and peaceful hometown, and longed for the glorious rewards of discovering new sea routes. They stepped on the past and present, and on the endless corpses of natives in the future, but their eyes were full of hope for a better life!

"There are bright seven-color clouds floating in the sky, and my beloved girl is leaning next to me... My dear, I would like to go to the ocean with you, flying freely on the sea like a dove... Oh! Our sails, ride the wind and waves together!... Yo !You love me like a beautiful dove!…”

"Oh oh oh oh! You love me like a beautiful dove!..."

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