"?! Damn! Damn! These damned Portuguese people! Are they worried about escaping, and want to send someone ashore with the gold first?!"
Seeing this scene, the Castilian Fleet at the back could no longer bear it, intolerable at the loss of the "secured" gold. The three captains shouted their orders in unison.
"Forward! Forward! Stop that kayak!..."
The three medium-sized sailboats rushed forward again, swiftly surrounding the kayak. And the native sailors on the boat were startled, leaving behind those gleaming spots of gold, fleeing quickly into the depths of the sandy beach. Meanwhile, three kayaks slipped off the Castilian sailboats, heading towards the golden-glittering small boat. Then, an excited shout suddenly erupted from the mouths of three sailors, sounding just like mating dogs!
"Holy Mother! It's gold! Real gold!"
"Three gold talismans! At least 3 pounds, no, 4 pounds of gold!!..."
