FC: PORTFOLIO | The Diary of Hernan Cortes
1: November 1518. Sometime tomorrow morning, I shall be setting sail alongside Diego Velaquez to the strange and mysterious new land known as Espanola. | Although he and I have our differences, we've decided to put them aside for the sake of exploration, as we're sure we'll need every man on board's help.
2: As I drift off into sleep, I can't help but think I'm crazy for going on this trip, but my curiosity outweighs my fear ten times over. | I'm sure my poor mother would think the same if she knew I was heading out tomorrow, but I've kept it a secret from the whole family so they can't talk me out of it, as my brain is doing their job.
3: I shall have eleven of Spain's finest ships at my disposal, as I'm sure Diego doesn't want his money ill spent. | Upon these ships, I shall be traveling with five hundred men, eleven horses, and enough food and supplies to hopefully last us the estimated 6 to 12 months.
4: These supplies will hopefully last us the estimated time of journey, and if not Diego will be nearby with back up supplies. | With any luck, Spain will have conquered another territory before anyone else can. I feel weary; I shall write more when I am on the open seas. Hernan Cortes.
6: Feburary 1519. It has been four months since we set sail for Espanola, with still no end in sight. | Our provisions are still holding up fine enough, but I fear if we are out here much longer we shall consume them at a more ravenous pace. | According to Diego, we have approximately three more months until we reach land, but he was proclaiming we 'd be on land in a month last week. I take everything he says with a grain of salt. | Speaking of, Diego and I had a falling out of sorts over the course of this trip, so he and I are keeping to ourselves and our crew.
7: My crew and I have made an excellent friendship over this voyage, but they themselves are fed up with being on this ship, Diego's attitude, and the lessening rations. | I have become aware of a strange sickness overtaking my crew. I myself haven't been struck by it, but at least twenty men and five women have come down with an odd fever overnight.
8: We have been fortunate enough to have not fatalities despite this, but I certainly hope no one else catches this illness. | Despite the fact that the crew has become irritable and Diego insufferable, I am still excited as I was on day one of this voyage, but at the same time I long for my home and my family back in Spain.
9: Diego has sent a representative of his crew over to my quarters, presumably about a petty thing like a shortage of candle. I shall write more when the opportunity arises. Hernan Cortes.
11: March 1519. We have arrived in Espaniola, surprisingly early considering Diego's estimation. That may have something to do with the fact myself and my crew mutinied a week ago and found this place on our own. | The crew is in high spirits, presumably because they're happy to be on land and out of the ship. I can see figures in the distance, perhaps natives of this land. They look curious, not hostile, which is a relief for now. I hope to set up camp and make contact with them. | Looking around, this land is quite beautiful; the vegetation is lush and bright, and the air is much cleaner than that back in Spain. As much as I love my family, I think I might have to star here.