"Main God, bless us! West—back to Iron Bay Town!"
The warriors' and sailors' cries rang out strong and powerful. The swift sailboat Stone Spear turned its canvas, traced a nimble arc, and swung back toward the west. Boatswain Chachu and Bartolomeo praised them inwardly. Under their training, the Taino and Dog-kin sailors had already developed extremely practiced ship-handling skills. Their level of sailboat operation was no worse than that of the sailors in the Castilian navy!
"Holy Spirit of Huitzilopochtli! At this speed, if we run into a Castilian naval fleet, a Caravel definitely won't be able to catch us! As for a swift sailboat... mm, that still depends on the situation."
As Boatswain Bartolomeo pondered this, without realizing it, he had already come to regard the Castilian navy as the enemy. Even if it was a "devil's faith," so long as one prayed long enough, it would truly enter the heart. And across all of Europe, there were no few people who secretly prayed to devils. Besides, after surviving the initial sacrifices, his life in Cuba was far better than it had been in the Castilian navy; he would not trade it even for a knighthood!
"How can we steadily shake off the swift sailboats of a Castilian fleet?... I'm afraid we'd have to add another small sail! But adding another sail would make handling much more complicated. It would be best to have more skilled sailors do it, including those Portuguese sailors!"
Among the Castilian and Portuguese exploration teams, the few captives who survived the sacrifices had all joined the kingdom navy after converting to the Main God. Even as a boatswain born in Castile, Bartolomeo had to admit that Portuguese sailors were indeed generally a notch better at handling sails. They had spent long enough years at