"Royal Edict: Knight Bruno Cao is appointed captain of the exploration fleet; Knight Francisco Silveira is appointed deputy of the exploration fleet. An exploration fleet of two Caravels is to be formed to carry out the exploration of the Atlantic Ocean together..."
"Tsk, tsk! The chief's made it big—he's actually become fleet captain! Uh, who's this Knight Silveira? The name sounds a little familiar..."
"He's the third son of that ruined baron's family, the one with no right of inheritance... He's a captain newly promoted last year, with hardly any seniority. He can't compare to the chief at all..."
"Ah, exploring the vast Atlantic Ocean—just hearing it sounds dangerous as hell! This mission... can we... can we refuse it...?"
"Heh! Ivo, this is an important mission personally ordered by the king. How could anyone possibly refuse it...?"
The peninsula's dry season was a clear, crisp blue. Bruno's face was grave as he sat in his own weed-grown courtyard, seeming far more haggard than before. Several old brothers from his seafaring days had gathered around as well, looking over the documents and records issued by the royal house. Boatswain Haroldo held the king's edict, frowned as he read through the beginning, then turned the page and continued.
"This voyage is a secret mission of the kingdom. In September, when the east wind rises, the fleet is to set sail from the southern Port of Setubal... The primary objective of the voyage is to search for a new sea route to the East and investigate the connection between the Atlantic archipelagos and the East... Deep in the Atlantic Ocean, roughly 3,000 to 4,000 nautical miles west, between 20 and 22 degrees north latitude, there is an extremely vast island... The native kingdom on the island is highly warlike, but possesses definite contact