In mid-February, the Portuguese fleet continued along the territory of the Eastern Stone Alliance, following the Magua Coast as it sailed cautiously west. To verify the information he had obtained earlier, Bruno captured local eastern stone Taino tribesmen several more times, and the answers he received were still exactly the same!
The prophecy of the White-Skinned Demons had long since spread across the entire Great Island of Haiti and through the Five Great Alliances. And the marks of the "demons" were "white skin, great beards," "great ships, thunder artifacts," "crosses, demanding gold"!...
"Damn it! This damned 'prophecy of Satan' has spread everywhere across this 'Great Island of Haiti' in the mouths of these Natives!... When these Natives see us, they either run or resist... There's no way to communicate properly, and it's even hard to replenish food!..."
"Fortunately, these local Natives don't have much courage to attack. At most, they mobilize the able-bodied men of their tribes and defend with crude weapons! They haven't done as Columbus's sailors described, suddenly attacking in galleys... If we reach the great island of 'Cipangu' farther west, it will definitely be even more dangerous, with enemies almost everywhere!"
"Hmm... In Columbus's records, at twenty-five degrees north latitude, those 'Bahamas' islands or whatever, the Natives there were kind and docile... Perhaps we should turn northwest and sail straight for the Bahamas?... Or else find a suitable reason and return home from here?..."
After confirming the true existence of the White Skin Prophecy, Bruno's brows knitted tightly, and for the first time, the thought of returning home arose in him. It was hard for him to imagine that, with such a prophecy spreading, any native tribe would be willing to communicate and cooperate with them. Unless... according to the experience on the Southern Continent, that tribe