The east wind was blowing with a steady stream, pushing the dilapidated longboat to the unknown west. In the early summer of June, the Azores High from the North Atlantic formed a strong pressure difference on the surrounding American continent. A hurricane rises from the sea and, following the direction of pressure, spins strong winds and heavy rain and throws them onto the land. minister

As the long boat goes all the way west, you can see flying seabirds, but rarely see swimming fish. The sea is a blue desert, the more so the closer it is to the deep sea and the farther it is from the continents and currents. Fortunately, the kingdom's last long exploration ship only stood on the edge of the desert, took two careful steps, and then quickly sailed to the fertile offshore sea.

"Four days of storm... Six days of drifting... It's been ten days! The boat has never stopped... Why hasn't it docked..."

The old militiaman Chihuaco was lying on the bow, so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to stand up. The food on board was only enough for three days. After the storm was over, everyone faced the torment of hunger. The warriors cut the leather armor into small strips and distributed them to the people on board. Sailors cast sisal nets and hung them over the stern, trying to catch something.

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, gnawed on the leather for three days, and it was so hard and astringent that his teeth were about to bite. It was not until the fourth day that two fish were caught in the fishing net and a pot of fish soup was cooked. Twenty-one people were divided, and each of them only drank two sips, which at least made their stomachs feel better.

"There are more birds in the sky, and fish can be caught in fishing nets... This is a good sign, the great Lord God, protect us in the sea!"

The god-inspired priest Mekhat leaned against the side of the boat, his lips were so dry that they were a little cracked.

There are only twenty-one people left on the boat, which is eight less than when they first broke out. Five of the seriously wounded died of their injuries, while the remaining three were swept away by the storm. He asked people to pile up the dead bodies in the cabin, just in case... Fortunately, four days ago, the sailors finally caught fish. minister

"Mekart, are those two children... all right?"

"They are... a little weak. The little boy Tilan is a little seasick and can't eat. Of course, there is nothing to eat... The little girl Tidan is okay, but she is a little frightened and can't speak..."

"The two children are too young...float further...they will die..."

"Um…"

Priest Mecate nodded, but said nothing. How long to float is not up to the people on board. And if it floats longer, everyone will die sooner or later.

"The problem now is that there is almost no water... If I had known, during the stormy days, I would have received more rain... The Lord God bless you! Let there be another rain!"

"Lord God bless!..." The minister

The old militiaman licked his lips and prayed sincerely. He stared at the same tattered front and rear sails, felt the continuous shaking of the ship, and asked softly.

"Meccat, the strong wind has not stopped, and the boat has been moving forward. There is sea everywhere, and you can't see anything. This floating for a day and a night is worth at least six or seven days... We have been floating for ten days. How far have you traveled, and where have you arrived?"

"Who knows..."

Meccat shook his head, his eyes were also confused.

"The sea breeze will not be tiring. Wherever it takes us, we have to go... After all, everyone has lost strength and can't row a boat at all..."

"Then where are we going?"

"To the west. These days, sometimes it is northerly, sometimes it is southerly. However, it should be more northerly... As for the days of the storm, I can't tell the difference at all..." Chen

"Meccat, don't you know that, look at the stars? Take a good look, where are we now..."

"Captain Qi, I looked at it last night... I read it... It is around 23 degrees north latitude, maybe 22 degrees, or 24 degrees..."

"Beiwei? 23? Degrees?... You speak human words! Have we passed the coast of the Totonac people?..."

"Uh...it's been over a long time ago! I reckon that even the coast of Feathered Serpent Ancient City has already been passed. Now it must have reached the territory of the Vastyk people, and it has passed the Crow City...and if it floats down...I will I no longer know…"

"Vastec..."

The old militia Chihuaco squinted his eyes, looking at the scary blue sky and the scary blue sea. There is nothing in the depths of the sea, just like the terrible black abyss in mythology. And the feeling of sailing in the deep sea is like walking on the edge of a cliff, and I feel empty all the time, feeling like I will fall down at any time. This feeling of suffering is completely different from offshore sailing. And as the captain of the fleet, the responsibilities on his shoulders have brought another difficult burden, and there are only twenty-one people left...

"Damn it! You are blind! Speech!..." Chen

After a while, the old militiaman spat hard. However, he was already so thirsty that he couldn't even "spit" out his saliva.

"The Lord God testifies! If I can go ashore this time, I will return to the village...Even if you kill me, I will never go out to sea again! Even if I die, I can't die in the sea!..."

Hearing this, Mekart, who was leaning on him, raised his head and glanced at the old militiaman who was trying to curse. Afterwards, he turned his head, and for some reason, the corners of his mouth raised, and he smiled silently~lightnovelpub.net~ You are blind! …Do not worry! Lord God bless, we are coming back soon! ..."

Sunrise and sunset, the sea remains the same vast. The calm sea, the blue sparkling waves, is extremely beautiful. And as the long boat sailed, there were more light green and more floating algae on the blue sea.

The old militia had a hunch that land was about to appear. Of course, this is not because of the "blessing of the Lord God" that Priest Mecate said repeatedly. It was because the seabirds in the sky had directly dropped the dilute water on his head.

"Damn! This blind bird!..." Chen

The old militiaman cursed weakly, then reached out to wipe the bird water from his forehead. Looking at the red shadows flying all over the sky, he asked suspiciously.

"This pink bird... what kind of bird?"

"Hmm... This long neck should be an egret, right? It's just that the wings are red, like roses, so pretty..."

Priest Mecate raised his head, stared at the beautiful red bird, and said with a smile.

"Such a beautiful bird must be the messenger of the Lord God! She is here to tell us that land is coming!"

In fact, this is a beautiful roseate spoonbill, like a rose blooming in the sky, which has always only foraged in shallow water and on the coast. And its appearance really means that the land is close at hand.

The sunset of this day is golden, reflecting the glow of the sky. The golden sea stretches into the distance, as if falling into the cloud river in the world, going to the other shore that the soul yearns for. And the beautiful roses are flying and blooming in the sky. Then, a faint black line appeared at the end of the west. The scout mountain bird on the ship was shocked for a moment, and then called out its name in surprise. minister

"Land! Land! Land appears!"

Land appeared, and after thirteen days of wandering, the other shore was at last.