Here I was thinking Columbus was the most arrogant person I ever heard of. The Governor of Cuba? The self proclaimed owner of "Cuba and the Caribbean, Lord of the Indians"? Simply nothing more than a decadent waste of space! Were he not a proper worshiper of God, I would overthrow him myself.
The City of Havana flourished under this man's influence, believe or not. And unlike the other islands we have encountered so far, some of the native population remained. A fair amount have converted to Catholicism, but a forsaken few remain to their old ways. The monks have convinced them to work on the missions for shelter and trade, but I fear that all natives on this island will not be safe from imperial tendencies any longer.
Aside from the native residents and Spanish settlers, I met a peculiar group of men in the harbors of the city. Portuguese, Italian, even fellow Spaniards mulled away their time in the dockside taverns, grumbling about wasted fortunes and terrible jungle horrors. Is this what fate befalls me and my crew?
Of course not! We are Conquistadors! With flint and steel, we can overcome any threat, overtake any obstacle! As great as we be, we will not stoop to the decadence the Governor or the melancholy of the harborside barflies. We have come to gain glory and treasure, and by god's will it shall be done!
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