The sea is a vast and endless blue, the heavens are vast and desolate. Dozens of small boats chase three large ships, the Taino Militia fervently shout and howl, the rowers cut through the blood sea of the setting sun, and the Samurais shoot out whistling flames!
Firelight ignites between sea and sky, flashing like a guiding ghostly lantern, foreboding ominous death. The three large ships have raised their sails full, frantically discarding heavy supplies and cargo, fleeing deep into the Eastern Sea. The frantic Castilian sailors wail and pray, the terrified exploration fleet captains curse and stomp. And the abruptly severed cables and the burned sails hanging down are like judgment falling from the sky!
"Diamine! Throw the burned tail sail into the sea! Throw all the goods into the sea! Throw the supplies into the sea too!...Merda! Throw everything! Quick! Faster!...It's getting dark! It'll be dark soon!...
