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                                                                                                                 Wednesday, November 10, 1548

  I've been hearing of this story of the world being flat.  I myself do not believe in this.  In one day, I will go out and prove that the world is round, not flat.  As I say good-bye to my good friend Andy, I remember all my times with him.  I wonder if I'll see Spain again......  Might I fall of the world?  The carriage is waiting outside the door.  I take a last look at my home, and I get in the carriage.

                                                                                                                    Thursday, November 11, 1548

  It's morning and I am sitting on a hard, wooden bench.  The El Oro Gold seems to be very nice, vast, clean, and sturdy.  It has has three big, white sails and one Spanish flag crackling in the wind.  Now I step inside.  The first person I see is a lady.  She has leather gloves that said SARAH on them.  She has black hair that touched the ground when she bent over to patch a hole in the boards.  As I walk further, somebody calls down at me.  "Who are you?  Are you looking for the captain?"  She yelled.  I looked up.  On the tippy top of ladder, I see another woman.  I call back, "Yes, I'm here for the captain."  She says, "Oh, sorry for yelling at you.  I'm Anna."  Anna smiled and said, "The captain is in the cabin."  Anna has blondish-brownish hair that blew in the wind.  There was two cabins.  I went into one.  Instead of seeing the captain, I see another woman with a badge that said CAITLEN on it.  She immediately stood up and said, "Do you need anything?"  She has brown eyes accompanied with her brown hair.  I told her that I was looking for the captain.  She said he was on the cabin next door.  I went next door and a huge of the blast of the scent of fresh pie hit me.  I saw a man in a big puffy white hat, a white apron, and a badge that said ANTHONY on it.  He said, "You want some pie?  I put some fresh poison in.  JUST JOKING!"  I said, "No, thanks, where's the captain?"  Anthony said, "Right in the cabin next to Caitlen's"  I walked to another cabin.  Inside, was the captain!  Many words hung on his walls.  He had silk clothes, gold, spices, and a huge elephant tusk on his desk.  He said, "Hi, my name's captain Joon."  I stared in awe!  He had big muscles and black hair.  I admired him.  I went into my cabin.

                                                                                                                         Friday, November 12, 1548

  We have already started sailing.  I watched as the sunset and city became smaller and smaller.  Last night, I dreamed of a huge monster.  The monster looked like a morph of the Loch Ness Monster, a whale, a shark, and a dragon.  Its eyes were as big as our ship.  Last night, when I was looking at the sky, I only saw clouds.  Today, there were more waves also and more sharks.  All I can do is to hope for the best and prepare for the worst.
                                                                                                                     Saturday, November 13, 1548
Today we are in the Horse Latitude.  In this area, many people have died.  There is a big storm churning up all of us here inside our cabins.  The big, black storm cloud searched around for somewhere to strike with lightening.  Then it found it.  Our mast was the highest point in the stormy, but still sea.  It struck.  Our mast crashed down on the deck, showering splinters in all directions, making a hole in the deck.  A huge chunk of wood, the size of a horse, that hurtled into a great, vast, white sail making a huge hole in it.  After the storm, Caitlen, Anthony, Sarah, and Anna got in an argument.  Anthony complained that he needed more dough for pies. Sarah complained that she needed more wood to patch holes with.  Anna complained about how she needed more cloth.  Soon Joon even joined the the argument.  I saw a ghost ship. They stopped arguing and together, we got on.  The boat creaked on every step. (WARNING: If you don't like disgusting things, do not read this part)  There were bones scattered around, some even still had rotting, moldy flesh clinging to them.  And that is when it happened.  Anthony suddenly went bonkers and jumped off the ship!  Everybody ran around screaming.  Finally, we saw some thrashing.  Anthony's head bobbled up. "AAAARRAAGGAAHH!!!! Anthony is dead!?" Joon screamed.  Suddenly Anthony's head said, "I'm not dead."  This was followed by a series of screams. "AAAARRRRAAAAGGAAHHHAA," Joon Screamed.  Then Anthony climbed up on deck revealing that his head was still attached to his body.  In his right hand, he had a Great White Shark.  He said, "we are all going to die like this poor fish that just died!  We must go back to Spain!"  Apparently, Anthony had bad scurvy.

                                                                                                                     Sunday, November 14, 1548

Anthony was our cook, and he had gone crazy.  He only gave us piles of sugar and salt water. Breakfast, lunch and dinner.  Even worse, it's been much hotter than yesterday. It add more stress.  Everybody was arguing again, everyday but me and Anthony, me because I don't need anything to navigate with but my tools, Anthony because he was pure bonkers. Joon was also a bit loony.  If we weren't attacked by monsters or fall of the world, we'd die of starvation or go bananas.

                                                                                                                     Monday, November 15, 1548

We discovered that the sugar, that Anthony served was the cause of Joon's hyperness, and the effect, was Joon's body not getting vitamins, and getting a cold.  Caitlen got an idea of heading back. And that's when it happened. "It's raining!" Sarah cried. "Bam!" "Zap!" Once again, the dark, stormy storm cloud searched the stormy, churning sea, and once again, it found it, our mast!  But we were ready.  I ran out and threw a black, shiny pole of metal out.  Our hearts pounded, and it struck it.  We cheered and the storm stopped.

"A fruit, fish it out!"  That's Anthony, typically.  After the storm, we found many fruits when we were nearing land.  "It's raining! Again!" That was Caitlen.  "Plop!" "Ew, gull poop!" She said. "WhizzzsssTHUNK!" an arrow.  It hit a seagull and spiraled down and hit Anthony's head, "THUNKBONKBOINGBONKBAM!" "Owwwweeow!" "Land, Ho!"  Anna shouted.  "YHAAAAHHHHOOOOAAAAWA!!" Joon shouted, "YIPPEEEYAAAH!!"

We saw natives.  We anchored.  Anna, Sarah, Caitlen and I went on the rowboat with knives as weapons. About half-way there, Caitlen jumped off and started swimming back to the ship.  We called to her, but she kept on going. "KERPLUNK!"  Anthony jumped off the ship!  He was swimming toward us!  Arrows everywhere! "WHIZZ!!""THUNK!" Our boat was sinking!  I blacked-out.  I woke up and found out I wasn't dead.  Apparently, Anthony had said something like "Googaahmoomooblahblee?!" And that probably meant in Native Amerian Language, Peace Bro!