Aztec Eternals

The howling wind was like the roar of gods in the sky. The sea is rough, like a giant standing on the sea. Under the dark and deep sky, the longships exploring the Seven Kingdoms, like straws swept away by the rapids, struggled in the turbulent and deep sea. The fleet drifted with the current all the way, spinning, unable to extricate themselves. It wasn't until the semaphore was played on the flagship, and the long sails at the bow and stern were raised, that the howling wind stretched out its hands, stretched the bow-like sea surface, and shot out the tiny longship!

"Lord God! Ah!."

Huitu Puap hugged the mast tied tightly, feeling the speed of the boat, and shouted in horror. The wind blew off his eagle helmet, and the tide ripped through his leather armor. Even his feet were carried by the speeding longship, about to fly away from the deck.

"Ah! Condor! This is the remaining curse of the Condor. It wants me to fly like an eagle and then fall into the sea."

Ash was shouting indiscriminately, 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 directly on the head.

"Boom!"

"God."

Huitu's eyes darkened, his head was in a daze, and he still held the mast with both hands. The wind and rain came in waves, and the tide also washed the longboat sideways from time to time. The priest of the main god, Tomat, was tied to the side of the ship, still holding his head high, and shouted fearlessly towards the storm, encouraging all the crew members.

"The lord god blesses us! He protects us and resists the obstacles of evil gods! We will, we will, pass through the storm and waves, and reach the fertile land of divine revelation"

"Mecarter!"

"Captain, turn a little to the left. Okay, okay! Move to the right"

The old militiaman Chihuaco stood at the stern, controlled the rudder with difficulty, and turned the bow of the ship as far as possible to the east. He didn't know where the fleet would be taken by the strong wind, so he could only let fate guide him. But he was sure in his heart that as long as he rushed through the center of the storm, the fleet would definitely survive!

"Unpredictable fate. I hope you can be more reliable than gods."

The old militiamen murmured and stood at the stern, tied with ropes. The longboat swayed, and he also stumbled, but he never fell.

The clouds were always low, the waves were capricious, and the wind was growing fiercer. The kingdom's fleet was carried by the strong wind like a spinning arrow and moved forward for an unknown amount of time. The old militiaman Chihuaco gritted his teeth, relying on a strong effort not to bow his head, even if his knees were weak, he insisted on standing on the boat.

The speed of the ship was fast, and the bow of the flagship was pulled by the wind, kept rising, and was pushed down by the waves. In such a rhythmic shaking, a comatose petrel swayed to the stern of the boat until it reached Chivaco's feet.

"Eh? This comatose seabird?... Could it be some kind of bad omen?"

Chivako stared at the seabirds lost in the storm, feeling ominous in his heart. However, after a while, he reacted again, with surprise in his eyes.

"No, no! There are seabirds appearing, we should be on the edge of the land! This is a good omen! Kavado, the storm has weakened. Climb up the mast carefully and look around!"

"Yes, Captain!"

It was said that Mera Kavado was drenched and got up from the deck as if he was 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! Can't see anything! It's dark in the distance"

"Okay. You come down!."

"boom!"

A belated flash of lightning flashed across the dim sky, illuminating the road ahead. Mera Kavado suddenly trembled all over. He stretched out his hand, pointing forward in surprise, hoarse.

"Land! Captain, suddenly there is land in front of you! It's a shoal! No, it's a small island, no, it's a string of small islands! Ah, a long string of small islands is right in front of you, so it's so close!. Oh ! No! We're going to crash. We're going to crash"

"Boom! Bang bang!"

The fierce impact suddenly sounded from the bottom of the ship! The whole long boat shook violently in an instant, rushed onto the tidal flat, and suddenly dropped from a speed of more than ten meters per second to zero. The old militiaman Chihuaco staggered, could no longer stand, and fell towards the bow of the ship. And the mountain bird Kavado screamed, and fell from the mast several meters high. Fortunately, the rope on his body entangled his legs and hung him upside down at the tail of the mast, allowing him to brush his scalp away from death. And the crew on the ship also rolled into a ball under the fierce impact. As for Ticaro in the cabin, he was bumped up and down many times, and his head was swollen from the bumps.

"The lord god blesses us! He guided us to the prophesied land!"

After a while, the priest of the main god, Tomat, was the first to get up. He held up the sun amulet in his hand, walked to the bow, and stared at the beach washed up by the longboat. The sand is gray and white, as desolate as bones. On the beach where the tide rises and falls, there is no trace of any man-made objects.

Then, he looked around, and a desolate and narrow island appeared before his eyes. This small island seems to be only two or three miles in radius, and the edge can be seen at a glance. On the sea surface on both sides, there are more fragmentary islands, forming a long chain of islands. From a distance, this island chain is like a fishing line pulled out of the sea. From the sky in the northwest to the sky in the southeast, there is no end in sight, and the length is unknown. And the kingdom's longship was stopped by this long island chain and ran aground on a deserted beach.

"Well, this is fertile land, Cuba?"

Priest Tomat touched his head, a little uncertain. 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 signs of human activity.

"Kuba, where is this?"

With a pale face, Chihuaco took the Mayan merchant Tikalo with one hand and the guide Kuba with the other, and walked to the side of the boat. Tikalo's complexion was even paler than Chivaco's, almost like ground bone meal. He suppressed the turbulence in his stomach, leaned on Kuba, and asked a few words in a low voice.

Kuba stood beside the boat in a daze, looking at the dark 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, not disturbing the memory of the guide.

"Long chain of islands, I recognize. This is, here is"

Kuba's face gradually became vivid, like a dull wooden board, painted with bright colors. And this color, engraved in the depths of his heart, is an inborn annual ring, engraved with the marks of his ancestors. The corners of Kuba's mouth gradually turned up, and his eyes gradually became moist. He half-smiled, half-cryed, wanted to shout, but didn't know what to shout.

After a while, the guide of Guanajatabe straightened his spine for the first time in front of Ticaro. He stretched out his hand, pointed to the islands in the southeast, 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 island of scales, the scales and flesh that the snake god fell."

Then, Kuba turned around and pointed to the northwest of the island chain, looking at the gradually brightening sea and sky, his eyes lit up, and his voice became excited.

"There, the end of the long feathers is the tail of the Feathered Serpent God, the mountains facing the sea in the west, where the ancestor tribes are! The end of this island chain is the rich and fertile land, Snake Island Cuba!"