The sea and sky are vast, the wind is calm, and the bright September sunlight is spread across the Caribbean Sea after the storm. The sea sparkles like the golden long feathers on the body of the Feathered Serpent, or like the magnificent mirror beneath the Heavenly Divine's feet.
After the rain, seven Kingdom Longships loaded with three to four hundred warriors set out together. The whole flotilla maintains a steady speed neither hurried nor slow, rowing along the green coast of Cuba all the way towards the East. The Red Soil Clan, some two hundred li away from the Mayali Region, is the destination. To ensure the sailors have the strength to engage the enemy at any moment, travel is limited to sixty to seventy li per day. After three days of this pace, as the dawn light illuminates the sky, the magnificent red hills and earth along the coast appear before everyone's eyes.
