"Praise Huitzilopochtli... The Pinta has three masts. The foremast and mainmast both carry square sails, and the mizzenmast has a Lateen Sail. In a channel this narrow, the square sails have to be taken in as much as possible, and we rely on the nimble Lateen Sail... Adjust it like this."
"Coo! Damn it! These native sailors don't understand a thing! Have they never handled sails before? If they were my men, I'd slap them dead... Ahem! Honored warriors of Cipangu, I'll go slowly. Watch carefully... Like this..."
The sun shone brilliantly, and the water rippled gently. The schools of fish in the bay followed the lead fish as they swam, and the great mass of canoes followed the big ships, passing through the narrow channel and rowing into the broad "Big Water Bay." Boatswain Chachu bent low and busied himself aboard the "Grey Earth" (Pinta), while the goldsmith Caro and the carpenter Antonio handled the sails aboard the "Stone Spear" (Nina). Although they relied only on the Lateen Sails and were handled by a scant few sailors, these two Caravels still displayed astonishing agility and lightness.
"Whoa! Mikui, so these two demon ships don't use oars because they rely entirely on sails, borrowing the power of the God of Wind!... They only need three or four men to set the sails properly, and they can move on their own..."
The Red-hair guard Chabo stood on tiptoe and tilted his head up, studying the strange-shaped, elongated great triangular sail. Wisdom flashed in his eyes as he muttered.
"Could it be... this white sail is the true demon magic tool?! Blessed by the ancestors, imbued with power by a demon Shaman?... If we stole... took it down, and sold it to those wealthy noble Priests in the kingdom..."
"Hah?! You dare