The sun sank behind the clouds in the west, leaving only a streak of light like remnant gold. The glow slanted across the rolling surface of the Caribbean Sea, the water reflecting the sunset sky. And between sea and sky spread a wash of blood orange and deep indigo, as if a god had torn open a crimson-dyed curtain in the heavens.
At that moment, the spirit of The Sun over the eastern sea opened His eyes from within the curtain. He looked down over this long, narrow gulf of Eastern Haiti, watching those tiny moving ships fire on one another, ram one another, until they were locked together. Then the antlike warriors of the Kingdom climbed onto the matchbox-like great ships. "Natives" and "Demons" of different faiths, beneath the gaze of the setting sun, waged a divine war to the death!
"Charge! Ram them, ram them!"
"Kill! Kill the Demons!"
"Main God protect us! The last Demon great ship has been tangled up! Quick! Quick! Samurai Oared Longships, row up and support them!"
"Roar! Faster!..."
The slaughter in this gulf was gradually reaching its end. At the very start, seven Oared Longships and three swift sailboats of the Lake Kingdom had ambushed three medium Castilian Caravels. Nearly five hundred Kingdom warriors and Sailors had fought against one hundred and twenty Castilian soldiers and Sailors!
And by this moment, the Kingdom side had already suffered more than a hundred and twenty casualties, while the Castilian fleet had lost only eighty or ninety men, leaving only the Sailors and Crusader Veterans aboard the final ship. Blood dyed the decks red, and corpses bobbed on the sea. The battlefield at the center of the gulf was the final ground of desperate slaughter...
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
The three swift Kingdom sailboats were tangled