Arriving to the new
land was the best part of this whole trip I had been eager to explore. My other crew members were
extremists when it came to their beliefs, it was a miracle for me to survive.
Getting off the ship, I felt a weight lift off . This vast new world would offer more knowledge.
It took a week before we saw any natives, and our first
interaction was caught off guard. It seemed they had been preparing to face us
with force but we looked to them as if we were exotic creatures. Our clothes
was of interest and our simple tools appeared to be evolutionary to them. We
had a native to translate for us. He had been given to us from a previous
expedition tor words the south close by the Aztecs.
In the beginning three months it felt like an adventure
seeing so much unused land and resources. Our leader decided it would be best
to gain trust and ground before we gathered any precious materials. With this
began our long journey to misfortune. We knew the natives had precious metals
and gems by their intricate jewelry. However we were not allowed to comment in
order to seem more humble in our reasons for coming. Soon enough the natives
began to notice our struggle with the land. Bringing us maize and animals to
survive upon. Our greed however began to grow and now we pushed for more and
more resources throughout the months. On the sixth month there was a storm. We tried
to work hard for ourselves but we lost many supplies and had to reconstruct shelter.
These were one of the worst times. The storm had created a weakness within us
and had we not been on good terms with the natives, we would be dead. As soon
as we could recover we asked the natives for advice and help to prepare in the
future. On the seventh month in October it began to grow cold. Our race to
collect supplies became essential and we grew restless in want of more precious
gems. It seemed to show since the natives became more hesitant to help and
share. This did not sit well with our leader and many of my crew mates. They seemed
offended that we were not being given more. I seemed to be the only one to
understand that it was not ours to take. In the end however it was what we had
come here for. This was for our Queen not for us to befriend others. In November we began to kill and capture
people to gain advantage. I feel ashamed but many of my people raided, hurt and
did unspeakable things to the natives. It was all hypocrisy. This was not the
way of God. In all I did nothing to help these helpless people. We were in fact
the savages not the natives. The last two months we took everything we could,
we had left so little people alive and we were now the rulers of the land. The
land looked as though the life had been stripped away. I learned the devastation so few could cause. I thought perhaps home would make me forget yet returning home I felt guilt come in waves and a blow everyday. Ignorance would have been better then ever wandering.
