"Alas, sorrow indeed! The sea is calm, the tides whisper. Guided by the stars, we sail towards the deserted island. Comforted by the Almighty, smoothing all sorrows!…"
The mournful dirge floated up from the shattered flagship of Portugal, like fallen leaves sinking into the azure abyss. The abyss is a silent graveyard, the sailing ship a wooden coffin in voyage, with no corpses, only the bloodstains before death. And the nine scarred sailors are the final tomb guardians on board, hanging their heads low around the mast, singing the ghostly song of death.
"Goodbye, death, oh death! Their journey has ended, the deep blue is their final resting place. Holy Mary, hear my prayer! May the deceased sink into the abyss, never to be lonely again!~~"
Upon hearing such a despondent ship's song, Captain Bruno opened his mouth, a trace of dissatisfaction flashing across his face. However, he could not wield the authority of a captain, unable to utter a word of chastisement or encouragement.
