Cortes: My crew was as carefully chosen as the disciples of Christ, and I will not tolerate stowaways. You will be flogged, and when we put into Cuba to resupply, God willing you will be flogged some more. And then enslaved on the sugar plantations for the rest of your miserable lives. To the brig.
Miguel: Alright! Cuba.
Cortes: My crew was chosen as carefully as the Disciples of Christ, and I will not tolerate stowaways. You will be flogged. And when we put in to Cuba to resupply, God willing, you will be flogged some more. And then enslaved on the sugar plantations for the rest of your miserable lives. To the brig.
Miguel: All right! Cuba.
Tulio: Miguel, he's a ruthless war-horse, not a poodle.
Tulio: Your horse bit me in the butt.
Narrator: Somewhere out of the blue/ in a crowded street/ or a deserted square/ I'll turn and I'll see you/ as if we always knew/ That someday we could start again someday soon.
Answer: The high priest's name is Tzekel-Kan.