"Joder! We've reached the end of the sea, and just like the legends say, there's nothing here! These are the waters of the dead!..."
"Right! We haven't seen land in all these days. If we keep going west, every one of us will die at sea!..."
"Cojones! Listen to me! Hack that damned commander to death! Turn east and go home alive!..."
"Yeah! Yeah! Draw your knives, kill Columbus, and go home alive!!..."
The foredeck was packed with a dark press of heads and gleaming blades. The sailors aboard the flagship had gathered together, shouting their discontent. Their voices grew louder and louder, their words more and more vicious. The situation was clearly getting worse by the moment, and the hotheaded boatswain Chachu had already taken the lead, about to head for the captain's cabin at the stern...
"Everybody, draw your knives! Follow me!..."
Seeing this scene on the verge of mutiny, Columbus shuddered all over, feeling cold death rushing straight at him. Once the enraged sailors truly struck, once blood was spilled, he would either be hacked to death by a flurry of blades, hanged from the mast, or thrown into the sea to feed the fish! And right now, the only path to life was to seize the initiative before the mutiny erupted completely...
"Merda! Fools! Bastards! I am the Admiral personally ennobled by the queen, the Kingdom's Expedition Commander! What are you shouting about? Put down your weapons!..."
Columbus clenched his teeth hard. Without even time to think, he strode into the sailors on the deck. He glared fiercely, eyes wide, sweeping his gaze over the gathered crowd. Then one familiar, furious face after another surrounded him like a Wolf Pack.
"Boatswain Bartolome, second boatswain Chachu, goldsmith Caro, carpenter Antonio, joiner Lope..."
Seeing this ring of ringleaders,