The Scholar's Sailing Diary, The Start of Midsummer's Peak, The Eyak People's Purple Bay Tribes

"May the Main God bless us! In early seventh month, after recruiting seven or eight Eyak sailors, we left the Purple Bay Tribes of the Eyak People, and also left that dreamlike purple bay. And to the east, Divine Gold Creek Port—that Divine Revelation harbor built beside the flowing golden creek and the vast, unbroken Gold Mountain—was growing farther and farther away from us..."

"Praise the Main God! His Majesty's prophecies came true one after another, and we also received distant rumors of the Western Island Chain. The morale of the entire fleet remained unbelievably high, as if we were setting foot upon the sacred road of our legendary ancestors!..."

"The days in summer were very long, and the nights were very short, almost only a third as long as the days. On one brief, moonless night, I measured the fleet's latitude: around 60 degrees north, 60 degrees north... Here on the northern coast, towering coastal cliffs could be seen everywhere, along with spreading ranges of snow mountains. Those distant white ice mountains at the skyline stretched on without end, like the illusory backdrop of the whole canopy of heaven, revealing some mysterious omen!... But we knew clearly that those hazy white mountains truly existed far away, and that they were very, very, very high..."

Cold gales came from the north, sometimes blowing due south, sometimes toward the southwest. Scholar Miki rubbed his hands hard for a while, gazing at the ice mountains to the northeast, and also imagining the places behind those ice mountains, where these cold winds had blown from.

From the Eyak tribes and Sugpiaq Tribes he had once encountered, he had learned of the endless snowfields farther north. That was the forbidden land where the God of Ice slept, with ice and snow that did not