Before his eyes were a white beach, vegetation beyond it, exotic trees, and fruits scattered here and there.
"Luis, do you know where this place is?"
"I don't know yet, but some people are searching the nearby coast to confirm, so we'll have an answer soon. Isn't saving our lives more important than anything else?"
"Well... I suppose so."
The man tidied his official attire and followed the other sailors off the ship. Looking back, the vessel they had come on had a broken mast and was twisted in many places, already beyond sailing without repairs.
Seeing that condition, the joy of survival faded from Luis Sotelo and the man's minds, and practical concerns began to emerge.
Where on earth was this place? An island? A continent?
Various parts of America were already dominated by Spain, so if this was a land touched by the light of civilization, they would soon be rescued and could return to their original destination.
