"Fortunately, my ship is from Captain Diogo, and it is made of sturdy cold fir, and it's not that old..."
Bunoru felt fortunate in his heart. He climbed onto the deck, stood up, and under the dim sky, he tried hard to look for other ships. The waves over the past few days had all moved in one direction, and as long as the sails were down, the ship would not drift too far.
Everyone gazed at the murky sea, searching in vain for half a day, gaining nothing. Until noon, when the daylight broke through the clouds, the visibility broadened slightly, and a caravel suddenly appeared in front of Bunoru. Beside it, there was a broken, ragged supply ship.
"It's the fleet flagship, 'São Cristóvão'!... The supply ship is here as well!"
Bunoru looked closely; the flagship was anchored a few miles away and looked relatively intact. All three masts were still standing, and even the main sail was not fully lowered; it was close to the deck, held at a very low height.
"This is..."
