"Diamine! Cazzo! Hijo de puta! Those brutal and ignorant barbarians from the sea attacked those shameless, treacherous, motherless Kingdom fools! ... Ah! Three Oar-sail Ships, all manned by Leather Armor warriors! Damn, this must be the navy of the West Pan Gu Japan Kingdom! ..."
"Brother-in-law! Commander! What do we do? What now?! ..."
"Bah! Merda! What are you panicking about! What to do? What do you say? Hmm?! ..."
On the Clark Sailing Ship Santa Maria, Expedition Commander Columbus cursed incessantly as he personally grasped the steering rudder at the stern. His legs were a bit unsteady, his thick arms trembled, yet he never stopped cursing, like a stubborn donkey braying at a pack of wolves.
"Vaffanculo! That bunch of fools followed the Pinzon brothers and dared to betray the wise and astute Expedition Commander... bah! Let them die as they will? It would be better if the Natives cut off their heads! ..."
"Quick! Turn around for me! Change course! Full sail! ..."
