The wind howled, like the roar of the gods in the sky. The sea is turbulent, like a giant standing on the sea. Under the dark and deep sky, the long ships exploring the seven kingdoms, like straws swept away by the rapids, struggled in the turbulent and deep sea. The fleet drifted along with the current, spinning, unable to extricate itself. It was not until the flag was signaled on the flagship, the long sails on the bow and stern were raised, and the howling wind stretched out its hands, pulled the bow-like sea surface, and shot out the tiny long ship!

"Lord God! Ah!..."

The dusty Puap hugged the tightly tied mast, felt the speed of the ship, and shouted in horror. The wind blew away his eagle helmet, and the tide ripped through his leather armor. Even his feet were carried by the fast long ship and were about to fly away from the deck.

"Ah! Condor! This is the curse of the condor's remnants, to make me fly like an eagle, and then fall into the sea..."

The dust was shouting indiscriminately, but the hoisted sails were full and hit something. After a few breaths, a petrel, stunned by the sail, fell from the height of the mast and smashed directly on the head of the dust.

"Boom!"

"God... ah..."

Ash's eyes darkened, his head was confused, and his hands were still holding the mast. The wind and rain came in waves, and the tides swept the longboats from time to time. The main **** priest Thomast was tied to the side of the ship, still holding his head up, fearlessly shouting to the storm, inspiring all the crew members.

"The Lord God bless! He blesses us and resists the obstacles of the evil gods! We will, will, pass through storms and waves to reach the fertile soil of divine enlightenment..."

"Meckart!"

"Captain, go a little further to the left. Alright, alright! Go a little further to the right..."

The old militiaman Chiwako stood at the stern, controlled the rudder with difficulty, and tried his best to face the bow to the east. He didn't know where the fleet would be taken by the strong wind, and could only let fate guide the way. But he was convinced that the fleet would survive as long as it made it past the center of the storm!

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

The old militiaman murmured and stood aft, tied with ropes. The longship swayed, and he stumbled, but never fell.

The dark clouds are always low, the waves are fickle, and the winds are getting fiercer. The Kingdom's fleet was carried by the gust of wind like this, moving forward like a spinning arrow, and it was unknown how long it took. The old militiaman Chiwako gritted his teeth and stood on the boat even if his knees were weak.

The speed of the ship was fast, and the bow of the flagship was pulled by the wind, constantly raised, and pressed down by the waves. In such a rhythmic shaking, a comatose petrel slid to the stern swayingly, until Chiwako's feet.

"Uh? This comatose seabird?...Is it a bad omen?..."

Chiwako stared at the seabirds lost in the storm, and an ominous feeling rose in his heart. However, after a moment, he reacted again, with surprise in his eyes.

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

"Yes, Captain!"

Hearing this, the mountain bird Cavado was soaked all over and climbed up from the deck, as if he had been fished out of the water. He was trembling, holding the slippery mast, clinging to 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 slow lightning flashed across the drowsy sky, illuminating the road ahead. The mountain bird Cavado was suddenly shocked. He stretched out his hand and pointed forward in surprise, hoarse.

"Land! Captain, land suddenly appeared 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, right in front of you, so close !... Oh! No! We're going to hit... we're going to hit..."

"Boom! Boom!"

A fierce crash suddenly sounded from the bottom of the boat! The entire longship shook violently in an instant, washed up on the tidal flat, and suddenly dropped from a speed of more than ten meters per second to zero. The old militia, Chiwaco, staggered, couldn't stand again, and fell toward the bow of the boat. And the mountain bird Cavado screamed and fell from the mast several meters high. Fortunately, the rope on his body wrapped around his legs, hanging him upside down at the end of the mast, allowing him to brush his scalp with Death. The crew on the ship also rolled into a ball in the fierce impact. As for Tikalo in the cabin, he bumped up and down many times, and even his head was swollen.

"Blessed by the Lord God! He guided us to the land of prophecy!"

After a while, Thomas, the priest of the main god, was the first to get up. He raised the sun talisman in his hand, walked to the bow, and watched the beach where the longboat washed up. The sand was grey and white, as desolate as bones. And 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 was revealed in front of him. This small island seems to be only two or three miles in diameter, and you can see the edge at a glance. On the seas 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 pulled out of the sea, from the far northwest sky to the southeast sky. And the long ship of the kingdom was stopped by this long island chain and stranded on the barren beach.

"Uh...that's fertile soil, Cuba?"

Priest Tommat touched his head, not sure. The storm was much weaker and the sky was slightly brighter. He looked around and carefully observed the deserted forest on the island, but still saw no sign of any activity.

"Kuba, where is this?"

Chiwako was pale, and he walked to the side of the ship with the Mayan merchant Tikalo in one hand and the guide Kuba in the other. Tikalo's face was paler than Chiwako's, like ground bone meal. He resisted the tumult 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 vigorously, as if to smell the breath of his ancestors' hometown from the sea breeze. The crowd gathered around him, holding their breaths, not disturbing the guide's memories.

"Long island chain, I recognize... this is, here is..."

Kuba's face gradually became vivid, like a dull wooden board, painted with bright colors. And such a color, engraved in the depths of his heart, is the birth ring, engraved with the imprint of the ancestors. The corners of Kuba's mouth gradually turned up, and his eyes were slowly moist. He seemed to laugh but not to laugh, to cry but not to cry, he wanted to shout, but he didn't know what to shout...

After a while, the guide from Guanajatabe straightened his spine in front of Tikalo for the first time. He stretched out his hand, pointed to the archipelago to the southeast, and whispered.

"Here, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is the long feathers 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 dropped by the snake god."

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

"There, the end of the long feathers... is the tail of the feathered snake god, the mountains facing the sea in the west, where the ancestors are located! The end of this island chain is the rich and fertile soil, the snake island Cuba!"

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