"Diamine! Cazzo! Hijo de puta! Savage, ignorant barbarian natives who crawled out of the sea attacked those shameless, treacherous, son-of-a-bitch Kingdom fools!... Ah! Three oared sailing ships, all filled with armored native warriors! Damn it, this has to be the navy of the Kingdom of Cipangu Japan!..."
"Brother-in-law! Commander! What do we do? What do we do now?!..."
"Pah! Merda! What are you panicking for! What do you mean, what do we do? What do you think? Hm?!..."
On the Carrack Santa Maria, Expedition Commander Columbus cursed at the top of his lungs while personally grabbing the steering rudder at the stern. His legs were a little unsteady, his thick arms were trembling, yet the stream of abuse from his mouth never stopped for a moment, like the braying of a stubborn donkey facing a wolf pack.
"Vaffanculo! Those fools followed the Pinzon Brothers and actually dared betray the wise and brilliant Expedition Commander... Pah! Why should I care if they die? Better if the natives cut off their heads!..."
"Quick! Turn her around! Change course! Full sail!..."
"Ah? Yes! Commander!... Change course! Hurry, change course!..."
Arana, head of the guard, boatswain, and brother-in-law all in one, hurriedly gave the order. But halfway through shouting it, he stopped again and turned to look at Columbus.
"Brother-in-law? Change course where?"
"Idiot! You fool! The wind is southwest, turn northeast!"
Columbus roared irritably, his eyes fixed without blinking on the southeastern sea several miles away, watching the five big ships that had collided together, listening to the bursts of cannon fire and battle cries, as well as the faint screams that rose and drifted apart. Two breaths later, he suddenly changed his mind and gave a decisive order.
"No! Turn due north, straight for the deep sea! Full sail!..."
"Yes! Full sail,