"Chief Divine bless us, set sail!"
The morning light is splendid, the sea shimmering. Two intact longships set sail under the rising sun, heading toward the East. Old militia Chiwaco, alongside Nautical Priest MeKate, judged the wind direction and raised the cross-sails at the bow and stern.
The cross-sails have a relatively small wind-receiving area and limited angle but are the simplest to manufacture and use. At present, the Alliance's navigation technology is still at a relatively low level, complex triangular sails, vertical sails, and even spinnakers might require a long time to explore.
With the help of the wind, the sailors on the two longships rowed vigorously. In just two hours, they had traveled over fifty or sixty miles when a green Great Island suddenly came into view. Around the island, some small canoes were faintly visible, as well as a coastal village on the island.
