Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 846 - 469: The Starting Point of the Year 1488, The Call and Songs of New Routes!

Chapter 846: Chapter 469: The Starting Point of the Year 1488, The Call and Songs of New Routes!

"Boom!!..."

A deafening roar suddenly exploded, and the Caravel shook violently! The majestic waves swept across the deck, pressing the entire ship underwater, leaving only the three protruding masts. The two sailors cutting the ropes were not secured properly and got swept away by the waves in an instant, without even a chance to grunt.

Bruno felt a sudden lightness, his whole body submerged in the water, and then he floated back up from the deck. He closed his eyes, held his breath, and clung firmly to the cable, his fingernails digging into his flesh. The surging waves rolled several times but still couldn’t sweep him away. After a good dozen seconds, the crest of the giant wave regretfully moved on, letting out a terrifying sigh.

"Buzz... Bang!"

The layers of waves seemed endless. The Caravel was like a toy in the hands of a giant, first pressed into the water, then lifted by the waves, and finally, the bow suddenly rose from the water, crashing down heavily, making a teeth-gritting buzz.

"... Crack!"

The waves rolled and the winds surged, and the aft mast of the ship, under too much pressure, suddenly broke! The broken aft mast, along with the sails, was then swept away by the tail tide of the giant wave. A sailor tied to the mast cable let out a half-cry of despair, only to be swallowed by the monstrous waves in an instant.

In the face of the overwhelming power of nature, humans were nothing but futile struggling ants, hopelessly waiting for the merciless judgment of fate!

After the giant wave, Bruno was thrown heavily onto the deck, trembling all over, unable to straighten his back. His hair was disheveled, and he was in a state of disgrace, with even his captain’s hat swept away. After a long while, he barely managed to lift his head and look around. Just one unexpected giant wave had reduced the sailors by three and the aft mast was nowhere to be seen. And this was just the beginning of the storm!

"Oh Almighty!... Killer... Killer wave!"

Bruno trembled and moaned in pain, feeling despair about the fate ahead. Dark clouds obscured the vision, and the torrential rain formed a water curtain, making it hard to see even the flagship a few hundred meters away. A moment later, amidst the roaring thunder, he regained some consciousness and shouted with all his strength.

"Lower the sails! Quick!..."

Quartermaster Matim gritted his teeth and rushed out from the covered rear deck. He stepped through the puddles on the deck and reached the main mast in two steps. The giant wave had just passed, and the next one would take some time to form, giving the ship a moment of calm.

"Slash!..."

Matim gripped his dagger tightly and slashed several times, finally cutting the cable holding the sails!

"Bang!"

The huge sail, filled with water, fell straight down, brushing past Matim’s head, and slammed onto the wet deck with a "Bang". Several sailors rushed over simultaneously, gathered the mainmast’s sails, and tied them tightly to the ship. If the main sail was lost, there would be no spare on board. Soon, Haroldo also lowered the foresail.

Once all the sails were lowered, the Caravel stabilized slightly, no longer affected by the wind, only rising and falling with the waves.

"Phew!"

Bruno let out a long breath. Kneeling on the deck, he looked up, only to see layers of dark clouds with no sign of daylight.

"Merciful Almighty! I beseech you, protect your devout citizens, grant me the light that illuminates the soul!..."

After a brief prayer, the storm around them showed no change, resembling an apocalyptic judgment with seemingly no end. Not far away, another terrifying wave sounded.

"Buzz... Boom!..."

Bruno looked up to see another terrifying giant wave rising ahead, quickly reaching over ten meters high. The sailors on board showed fear on their faces, frantically tying themselves to the cables, then lying down flat and clinging tightly to the planks.

"Ah!... Almighty, please..."

"Buzz... Boom Boom!!..."

The raging wind roared day and night, and the torrential rain persisted. The surging waves carried the Portugal exploration fleet, shaking violently while heading constantly south. Lightning struck from time to time, illuminating the rising giant waves and outlining an apocalyptic scene. Each time the giant waves came and submerged the tiny ship, it meant a test of life or death!

The terrible storm lasted nearly five days before falling behind the fleet. Then, the wind and waves temporarily subsided, and everyone survived. The layered clouds slightly dispersed, revealing a bit of daylight.

Bunoru emerged from the hidden deck cabin, looking at the still raging storm a dozen miles away, almost pale-faced. During these five days, the ships had been jolting day and night, up and down, left and right, sometimes submerged by huge waves and pressed into the sea. Even an old sea dog like him was vomiting to the point of dizziness, with no appetite at all.

All crew members, every moment, seemed to be on the edge of hell, unable to find peace even hidden in the cabin, let alone get restful sleep. Because, in such a terrifying storm, if the ship capsized, there was no escape for anyone!

"Quick! Bail out all the water in the cabin!"

Bunoru didn’t have time for lamentation and immediately shouted an order. The sailors, with their remaining strength, started bailing with wooden buckets, like pale revival corpses.

Yesterday afternoon, the right side of the lower hull was hit violently by something and cracked a big gap. Everyone on board was terrified, and Carpenter Ivo, hugging a wooden plank, rushed over. He struggled to cover the crack, but seawater still gushed in. Then, everyone hurriedly worked through the night, finally managing to patch up the crack temporarily.