[ WP ] A world where the colonial powers were cultists of eldritch gods instead of Protestant Christians/Catholics .

It was an exuberant day when Flores spotted the gull soaring overhead. He quickly jumped away from his post and ran to the bow of the ship. 
 
 “ Captain! Captain Santos! We ’ re approaching land, I saw a bird in flight near the stern! ” Flores explained with heavy breathing. 
 
 The Captain, that being Luis Santos, a rugged man with a heart of gold, turned toward Flores along with a group of crew members standing at the wheel. Smiles broke on the men ’ s faces, the prospect of their voyage to the New World finally ending, a new chapter beginning. 
 
 “ And down there! ” A crewman said startled. “ Vegetation, down in the water. ” Surely enough there was leafy branch sliding on the waves. 
 
 Captain Santos informed the crew that land was ahead, and they prepared for landing. 
 
 Upon approaching the land ’ s shore, some men started to pray. “ Finally land! ” Some said. “ Thank the Old Ones we made it! ” Talk of the natives broke out. Discussion of who they worshiped, and how receptive to the Spanish ’ s gods would they be. 
 
 “ Dagon blessed these waters we traveled. ” Captain Santos told his crew. “ He will be with us on this mission of conversion. He will aid in the natives finding the righteous path of the Elder Gods. ” 
 
 Land was very close now. The ship ’ s crew prepared flags of their faith to stick the shore with. Symbols of Cthulhu and Dagon, and images of R ’ lyeh. 
 
 “ They will come to their senses. They will accept the Old Ones. Or perish. ” Captain Santos announced as the crew prepared to land. 
 
 “ Cthulhu fhtagn! ” The conquistadors called, readying for storming the shore.
