"Chief Divine protect us! Kill! Kill the Evil Demon!..."
"Capture that Evil Demon Leader! Sacrifice to the Chief Divine!..."
"Almighty! Holy Mother! Silvira's Vice Ship! The natives have boarded! So many natives, so many natives! They've boarded the ship!... Ah! They're killing, killing the sailors! They're too many, they've reached the deck, they've reached the stern... They've surrounded Sir Silvira!..."
Amid the panicked shouts of old carpenter Ivo, Bruno suddenly turned his head, the moonlight shining on his face, which then showed fear. He saw, a hundred or two hundred meters away, Sir Silvira on the fleet's vice ship, wearing a half-body knight's breastplate, standing on the high stern...
Silvira held the Knight's Cross Sword, facing twenty boarding enemies, while the sailors had all fallen. He was just like the famous Portuguese knight, Martin Moniz, more than three hundred years ago, ready to die at the front door of the captain's cabin!
