"May the Lord bear witness! They must be local native tribesmen, not some Black Oil devils! The black grease on their bodies was probably smeared on from the oil in this black lake here! Their weapons were smeared with Black Oil too, which is why they looked so dark and strange!..."
"Holy Mother! The scholar may be right... but no matter what, they're definitely connected to devils! Even if they're human, they must be believers in devils, and must be burned to death by fire and judged!..."
"Damn it! Little Paulo, Big Ears, and the others were ambushed and killed! We have to find that devil-worshipping tribe, slaughter their village, and teach them a lesson!..."
"Lord protect us! Four Sailors in all were killed by those Black Oil 'devils'! Two more were wounded... This Black Oil lake is too eerie, too evil! Even if they aren't devils, but only natives who worship devils... this Black Oil lake is still, without a doubt, the creation of evil devils, a gate connected to hell!... I think we shouldn't linger on this island. We should leave here as quickly as possible, before we suffer the devils' curse!..."
The still-shaken Portuguese crew fled back onto the ship, while the pursuing Black Oil "devils" were frightened by the Cannon and likewise scattered into the jungle. Between the black lake and the sailing ship, only four sailor corpses were left, their chests pierced through, bleeding where they had fallen. And those terrified faces, slowly stiffening, told of the horror when the "devils" arrived—just like the expressions of the natives before death when they themselves were slaughtered.
Aboard the flagship, the "Saint Remir," Bruno's face was pale blue as he listened to the analysis of the scholar Martin, and for a long time he could not speak.