The night shrouded San Juan Bay in darkness. The deep black curtain stretched from the sky down to the sea. The surface of the sea was like a dark copper mirror, gently rippling with the moonlight of broken silver, also reflecting four tall-masted great ships.
The waves of the Caribbean Sea whispered against the rocky shore, making it hard for the sailors on the ship, burdened with their worries, to sleep. At present, the situation in the island camp, even the most foolish and reckless sailor could see clearly, could only end in retreat. The only difference was when to leave and what people and items to take.
"Almighty, bless us! May we return to the port of Seville smoothly, with treasures from Eastern India, with these cotton threads, pearls, spices, and feathers!"
