The warm sea breeze, the distant sea and sky, the bright sun... Morning in the Caribbean Sea was gentle and lingering, warm as a mother's embrace. Yesterday's slaughter and scarlet blood had all been swallowed by the all-embracing ocean. Along the vibrant shore, only five anchored great ships remained, along with over a hundred scattered small boats.
The Taino Militia paddlers had risen very early. Shallow fishing lines hung from many of the small boats, and now and then a Militia man would cry out in delight at a catch. For the simple Taino, farming, fishing, raising turtles, catching birds, even breeding lizards, scorpions, and snails—these were the instincts carved into their blood. Following the Main God of the sun and going with the Longship Tribe to fight and kill had only been a last-resort defense under the threat and terror of the demons, the first time they had turned into warriors.
The sun gradually rose, and new orders rang out from the flagship's Oared Longship as well. Dozens of Canoes gathered over, trying to use ropes to tow the captured great ships. Yet ships like these were by no means something little boats could easily pull. After a futile, busy half-morning, Grey Earth Puapu finally cursed in irritation.
"Damned demons! Damn it! How did the bottom of this ship hit the shallows again?! It draws so deep!..."
"Exactly! Exactly! It's all because the demons' ship is too deep..."
Hearing this, guard Pulu scratched his leg and cursed along with him a couple of times. The two captured Caravel ships were actually about the same length as the Kingdom's Oared Longships, but their load capacity was 60 tons. The Kingdom's ordinary longships, meanwhile, carried only a little over 20 tons... That extra load capacity naturally came from a draft three