The sky in March was clear, like the coastal waters, revealing a distant light blue and an infinite depth. The bright daylight fell, and the vast wilderness was intertwined with gray and dark brown. The narrow stretch of land between the sea suddenly widened here and extended to the east and west, turning into an endless desert. Some verdant mountains rose sporadically in the North, stretching deep into the desert, becoming brown at the horizon's end!
Chiwaco stood on the coastal dunes, staring blankly at the vast world he had never seen before. He never thought that the North of this world could be so grand! The fleet had been at sea for several months and finally reached the end of the ocean, this endless northern continent!
"Priest Mekate, at what latitude are we now?"
"Captain, we are between 31 and 32 degrees North, having sailed 13-14 degrees from the Tarsas River estuary at 18 degrees North!"
