The setting sun hung low, and the evening breeze blew warmly. The square-headed, square-tailed flat-bottomed large ship sailed downwind, moving swiftly. In less than half an hour, it reached the southern shore of Atoyac Lake. The large ship was already approaching the estuary of the Tarsas River. A sturdy old man stood by the stern, took a deep breath, and with his burly old arms, forcefully adjusted the rudder.
"Everyone stand firm! Turning around!..."
"Ah? What!… Bodhisattva!…"
Seeing the ship's bow turning rapidly and feeling the significant tilt almost knocking people over, the old man holding the gold talisman was indeed taken aback. He quickly bent his steps, grabbed a rope, hurriedly wrapped the gold talisman around his arm and secured it. Only then did he hastily adjust the sails with both hands, reducing the angle against the wind, slowing down the ship's tilt.
"Chief Divine! This Old Woody! That Old Jin!…"
