Aztec Eternals

The Caribbean Sea in May, like a willful wild god, shows its wild side at will. The wind howled. Blowing across the sky; dark clouds piled up and pressed down on the sea; thunder exploded and fell between the boats; waves rose like mountains! This storm all over the sky is the free dance of the Rage God, who never cares about the life and death of mortals.

However, when the supreme Lord God showed his majesty, stretched out his invisible palm, and took away the drowsiness that covered the sky, Rage God bowed his head and admitted his mistake. The storm all over the sky dissipated in an instant! In just a few moments, the bright sunshine fell from the blue sky, reflected the waves on the calm sea, and made the shells on the beach colorful.

"Ah, god damn it, you are really blind! It was dark just now, like an abyss in the ground, but now it is open and bright, making it look like a kingdom of gods. Ha! This is treating the fleet as a toy, and it is like a toy on the sea. You are playing around, you are really blind!"

The old militiaman Chivako stared wide-eyed, looking at the cloud cleared and a clear sky, he could not close his mouth in surprise. After a while, he looked up at the sky, cursing angrily, venting the fear he had accumulated for a long time in the terrible storm.

"You are blind! You are a bastard! Toss, toss and go! My stomach and energy are all lost by you toss! You are really blind!"

"Ah! Praise the Lord God, He watched us and withstood His test! He generously bestowed light, guided us, and witnessed the glory of God's revelation!"

More than ten steps away, the priest of the main god, Tomat, knelt on the ground, kissing the sun amulet in his hand. After a few breaths, he raised his head, closed his eyes, and prayed to the sun in the sky, tears filled his eyes.

Not far behind Priest Tomat, there was also a group of praying warriors and sailors kneeling. Huitu Puap was kneeling at the very front, exhausted, limp and half paralyzed on the beach, like a corn pecked by a bird. After a while, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and prayed silently.

"The lord god bless me, let me survive the evil storm! The three gods protect me, let me break free from the last grievance of the condor! The old prophet save me, give me a way to dissolve the curse, and escape from the abyss doomed to die! Ah ! I, Huitu Puap, am a good man blessed by the gods!"

".Phew, praise your Lord God! Please spare me and let me go home safely."

Seeing the people praying, the old militiaman Chivaco sighed, stopped cursing, and prayed. Around the longboat, the guide Kuba lay on the ground, kissing the solid soil under his feet. As for the Mayan merchant Tikalo, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he kept thinking about the memories of the first time he went to sea. As for Dark Snake and Didi, they both lay powerlessly on the stern of the boat, dipped their hands in the honey in the honey pot, sucked their fingers vigorously, and stared blankly at the sun.

After a long time, everyone in the fleet vented their emotions in different ways. Only then did they settle down and count the losses of the fleet.

"We still have one, two, three, four or four boats left. There were originally more than 60 people on each boat, but now there are one tenth less. In total, there are still about 220 people in the fleet!"

Hearing the counting results from Priest Mecate, the old militiaman Chivaco took a deep breath, feeling a pain in his head.

"Four boats and two hundred and twenty people left?"

Eight days ago, when the expedition fleet set off from Ekab Port, it was still a large team of seven long ships with more than 420 people. The voyage of the first seven days also sailed all the way to the east, and everything went smoothly. Until today, a sudden storm swept across, but within half a day, it almost swallowed the entire fleet!

The Mayan merchant Tikalo stood by, and together with Kuba, was always waiting for Chihuaco's inquiry. He touched his divine slender bald head, pondered for a while, and then sincerely comforted him.

"Respected Captain Chihuaco! The storm just now, most of the time, always blows the west wind. As long as the fleet raises its sails and takes advantage of the wind to head east, it will not be lost in the sea. After all, in our fleet In the east, there is not only the adjacent Scale Island, but also the Cuban Snake Island, which extends for more than two thousand miles! The three lost longships will definitely be stopped by the Cuban Snake Island and landed on the beach somewhere. The Lord God blesses the fleet! "

"Well. The Lord God bless them!"

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, pursed his lips and nodded with a sullen face. He thought for a while, then looked at Meccat, and asked in a low voice.

"How much food is left on the boat? Hush! Keep your voice down so the crew don't hear it."

"Captain, the waves in the storm are very strong, and some of the supplies on board are lost and soaked by the tide. Well, the food that can be eaten right now can only last for four or five days."

Priest Mecate lowered his voice and answered carefully. Hearing this, Chihuaco frowned, thought for a while, and then looked at Tikalo and Kuba next to him.

"Tell me, to the east of this deserted island, what kind of large scale island is there? Are there any tribes and villages on the island, can you trade some food?"

"Yes, Big Scale Island! Kuba said that this deserted island is oriented north-south, and we should be in the southeast part of the island chain. Big Scale Island is not far to the east. The nearest twenty or thirty miles, the farthest is not It will be more than a hundred miles. And from Scale Island to the north, if you travel up to two hundred miles, you will definitely reach Cuban Snake Island."

The Mayan merchant Tikalo was serious and relayed the words of the guide.

"Actually, the island of scales is transformed from the scales of the Feathered Serpent God, and the east and west are connected with a tail feather of the Feathered Serpent God. The island chain under our feet is the western tail feathers submerged in the water. And the east of the island of scales, There is also an island chain of eastern tail feathers. The island chain made of two tail feathers, plus a large island made of scales, just hold the tail of Feathered Serpent God, connecting the two western ends of Cuban Snake Island. In other words, we The island chain at your feet is part of the extension of Cuban Snake Island!"

"As for the large island of scales, Kuba said that there are some villages of the Taino people, scattered with thousands of tribesmen. The Taino people are extremely kind and docile tribes, and they never take the initiative to attack outsiders. They will be very happy Help us, trade food with us, even help us repair our ship"

Hearing this, Chivaco frowned, a little suspicious. He came from the Mexica plateau, went to the wilderness of the north, and traveled to the Maya in the east. The ministries of the world along the way have nothing to do with "kindness" or "docile". The old militiaman still kept a vigilance in his heart about the Taino people that Kuba told about. But in any case, they must go to the nearest Taino village to replenish food as soon as possible.

"Check the ship, organize supplies, and dry the wet food! Mountain bird, how is the ship, is the damage serious?"

"Captain, two of the four longboats washed up on the beach are intact. One is slightly damaged, and the other has a hole! However, our boat has planks for repair."

"Lord God bless! Alright, let's choose a dozen or so people to cook on fire, and let everyone have a full meal tonight! Then, all the crew members are divided into two teams. The first team has no strength, stay on the island first, and repair it." Wrecked ships. The other team, with more spirit, will pick up the two intact longships!"

Chivako thought for a while, discussed with Priest Tomat, and quickly made a decision.

"Tomorrow morning, the second team will set off with me. We are going to the eastern island of Scale and visit the village of the Taino people! As for the first team, we will follow the arrangement of Priest Tomat. Praise the Lord God! Bless the fleet! "

The main god priest, Tomat, decided to stay, appease the crew members who stayed on the island, repair the ship, and sort out the supplies. No one can replace his inspiring role. Huitu Puap put on armor and weapons, led dozens of warriors, and followed a team of old militiamen to guard against possible conflicts. And here, the Mayan merchant Tikalo finally got permission and no longer needs to stay in the cabin. Ticaro will participate in the first exploration together with the guide Kuba and also act as a translator.

Hearing this, the Mayan businessman raised an excited smile on his pale face, and even wiped away his tears with his hand. The cabin was hot and stuffy, and mixed with the unpleasant smell of salted fish, it was really not a place for people to stay, it was simply a dark prison underground in Mayapan! He had never spent so long in such a difficult place as a prisoner in his entire life!

"Praise the Lord God! Bless the fleet!"

After getting the order, the people scattered around and got busy until dusk.

At dusk, the sky is filled with rays of light. The setting sun dyes the sea red, and the vast sea surface is full of colors and streamers. And the curling smoke finally rises from the tidal flat.

Chivaco, an old militiaman, ate hot tortillas, and sat in front of the bonfire by the sea with Dark Snake and Didi. He looked at the sea that was getting quieter, watched the dim light and shadow come on and go off, until the darkness came from a distance and stopped outside the blazing circle of the campfire.

"In the deserted island of Cuba, in the evening after the storm, we baked and ate cakes on the beach, it was really delicious"

A strange peace suddenly appeared in the heart of the old militiaman. He opened his mouth, wanting to read two poems in front of the two teenagers, but he was not educated, he just said some ordinary sentences. A petrel squatted beside him, once and for all, pecking at the corn crumbs dropped by the three of them. It would raise its head occasionally, look at the dark sky, and let out two clear and loud calls.

"oh oh!"

The old militiaman stretched out his hand and patted Haiyan's little head, and the other party stopped crying. Then, he checked the wounds on the wings of some petrels, all of which were bandaged by him, but it took a few days to heal. The old militiaman lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth, looking at the bald piece of skin on Haiyan's body. That Haiyan also turned its dark eyes, looked at the creature in front of it, and looked at the increasingly scarce feathers on its head.

"Hey! You fell from the sky, stupid bird in a coma! I was planning to pluck your hair and roast it on the fire! But I just pulled out a bunch of hair, and you woke up."

"I'm not soft-hearted, but I just thought that you reminded me after all, and you don't have any meat, so you let your life go. If you call again, I will recognize you, but this barbecue campfire will not recognize you!"

The thin Chivako muttered, his voice was low, and he didn't know what he was talking about. The fat petrel shook its head, raised its voice, and uttered two more cries full of energy.

"oh oh!"

"Hey! Are you still calling?"

Chivaco stretched out his old hand, gesticulating to strike. Haiyan turned around, staggered, and ran two steps away. Dark Snake and Didi laughed from ear to ear when they saw this. After a while, Chivako couldn't help it, and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up. The three laughed for a while, and Haiyan leaned forward again. Chivako shook his head, stroked Haiyan's head, looked at the dark sea, and muttered quietly.

"Beside the bonfire, the sea can't see the light. Three people are laughing, and there are silly birds calling. It's not too noisy. Oh! This is the first night when the fleet arrived in Cuba."

The low whispering sound dissipated in the dark seaside, not many people heard it, let alone recorded it. The sound gradually became smaller, turned into a soft snore, and then slowly became louder, like a rhythmic drumbeat.

Amidst the rhythmic snoring, a fat petrel spread its injured wings and flapped a few times in place. It can't fly at all, let alone return home. Haiyan tilted her head, was dumbfounded for a while, then squatted down and fell asleep for a while. It wasn't until the sky was getting brighter that it was suddenly awakened by the deafening snoring. It was stunned and wobbled closer.

The morning sun shimmers, and the sea gradually wakes up from the boundless depths. And in the slightly bright sky, some birds are flying freely! The silly bird tilted his head, looked at the birds in the sky for a while, then lowered his head, looked at the tidal flats and the sleeping people under his feet. Then, with its stomach upright, it squatted at the source of the snoring sound, fat as no one else, raised its voice, and let out two energetic cries.

"oh oh!"

"Ah? Ah! The storm, the storm is coming?"

The old militiaman jumped in fright and woke up suddenly. He raised his head, looked at the rising sun by the sea, and looked at the few warriors at the outer police posts. He was startled for a moment, and then he muttered to himself.

"Ah? Oh! It's dawn, it's time to go"

"oh oh!"

"Damn! You silly bird, disturbing my dream of going home! I'm going to roast you!"

"oh oh!"

The sound of the birds receded into the western sea. My hometown is already five thousand miles away, and I don't know the date of return. And the 2,000-mile-long Snake Island is at your feet~