Aztec Eternals

v1 Chapter 895: Dreaming of the bay, the cruel law of th

The pure white arctic terns, waving their white wings dotted with black edges, chase after groups of fish swimming in the straits. The black-footed albatross, with its black and gray wings, soars above the high coastal cliffs. This is the north of 48 degrees north latitude, the US-Canada border of later generations, the most northwest corner of Washington State, and it is also the fishing ground for the Maca whaling.

The old hunter Whale Sea took a dozen Maka boats, dragged a wooden raft full of whale meat, turned around a steep cape, and headed to the Ministry of Agriculture more than 20 miles away.

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