Since our journey began, God had tested us extensively. Day after day, we sailed against erratic winds, strong currents, and punishing rains. My ship, the Amor de la Madre, lead the expedition through to the end. Weeks pushed on, and events got even stranger.
Fish jumped up from the sea and into our boats! This would have been a bountiful feast, were it not that it attracted seagulls, the rats of the sea! We had to throw out almost all it. Truly a spectacle I would have never seen back at home.
Second? We came to an island. I heard a previous explorer had discovered this place, filled with many natives. The odd thing? They were all gone. Not a single soul was left on this island, just some goats and birds. All we could find were the overgrown remains of their villages. Surely nothing of that magnitude could have happened in a year? No matter.
The journey continues. Our next stop is Cuba, where we will get supplies, then head to the land to the west. That is where the treasure lies.
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