Chapter 681: Second Kingdom Exploration, Arrival! Quetzalcoatl's Long Feathers
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 signal was played 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 remaining 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.
"Boom!"
"God."
Huitu's eyes darkened, his head was in a daze, 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! He protects us and resists the obstacles of evil gods! 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 the 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 remained low, the waves were erratic, and the wind became more violent. 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 insisted on standing on the boat with his determination not to bow his head, even if his knees were weak.
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, looking 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 shaken. 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 long ship shook violently in an instant, rushed onto the beach, and suddenly dropped from a speed of 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 many times, and even his head was swollen.
"The Lord God bless us! He 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, no trace of man-made objects can be seen.
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 extending island chain. From a distance, this island chain is like a fishing line pulled 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 Tomat touched his head, a little unsure. The storm was much weaker, and the sky was slightly brighter. He looked around and carefully observed the wild forest on the island, but still saw no signs of human activity.
"Kuba, where is this?"
Chihuaco was pale, holding the Mayan merchant Ticarlo with one hand and the guide Kuba with the other, and walked to the side of the ship. Ticarlo's face was even paler than Chihuaco, just like ground bone powder. He resisted the churning in his stomach, leaned on Kuba, and asked a few questions in a low voice.
Kuba stood by the boat in a daze, looking at the dark and bright sky, the vast blue sea, and the fragmented island chain. He sniffed the fresh sea breeze, as if he wanted to smell the breath of his ancestors' hometown from the sea breeze. Everyone gathered around him, holding their breath, and did not disturb the guide's memories.
"I recognize the long island chain. This is, this is"
Kuba's face gradually became lively, like a dull wooden board painted with bright colors. And such colors are engraved deep in his heart, the innate annual rings, engraved with the marks of his ancestors. The corners of Kuba's mouth gradually curled up, and his eyes slowly moistened. He seemed to be smiling, crying, and wanted to shout, but didn't know what to shout.
After a while, this guide from Guanahatabe straightened his spine for the first time in front of Ticaro. He stretched out his hand, pointed to the southeast archipelago, and whispered.
"Here is the long feather of the snake god, the island chain that fell on the sea. And not far to the east is the Scale Island, the scales and flesh and blood of the snake god."
Then, Kuba turned around and pointed to the northwest of the island chain, looking at the sea and sky that were gradually brightening, his eyes were full of spirit, and his voice became excited.
"There, at the end of that long feather, is the tail of the Feathered Serpent God. The mountains in the west facing the sea are where the ancestral tribes are! At the end of this island chain is the rich and fertile land, Snake Island Cuba!"