Date: August 15, 1492
Entry by Rodrigo, Member of Christopher Columbus's Crew
Today marks the start of our grand journey. We have finally departed from Palos, leaving behind everything familiar. The excitement among the crew is electrifying; many talk of the wealth and glory that await us in uncharted lands. Our captain, Christopher Columbus, has promised us renown if we successfully discover a new route to Asia. It’s hard to resist feeling a swell of pride and eagerness as we navigate the vast Atlantic.
The ocean is an unruly force, yet I find solace in the steady rhythm of the waves. With each mile we put between ourselves and Spain, I can’t shake the feeling that we’re heading into the unknown. What incredible wonders lie ahead? I’ve heard whispers of lands abundant with gold and spices. May we soon catch sight of land.
Date: August 25, 1492
Entry by Caona, Member of the Taino Community
Today felt like any other on our island, yet a sense of unease lingers among my people. For several days, we have seen unfamiliar canoes on the horizon—boats unlike any we have known. They carry strange men whose skin is as pale as the moon. My heart swells with curiosity, but caution prevails in our hearts. We are uncertain of their intentions, and the tales shared by our elders play in my mind: stories of outsiders who bring disorder and darkness.
My brother and I have been asked to gather food from the fields. I cannot shake the feeling that change is on the horizon, accompanied by an unsettling breeze. The coconuts and yuca are plentiful now, but will they always be? We will soon learn more about the desires of these visitors, but for now, I must hold onto our traditions and protect my family.
Date: September 12, 1492
Entry by Rodrigo, Member of Christopher Columbus's Crew
After weeks at sea, we finally sighted land! The emotions are a mix of exhilaration and fear. We anchored close to a vibrant, green island alive with activity. Columbus insists we have reached Asia, though I question the tales shared in the bustling ports of Spain. There’s comfort in the songs of our crew—our dreams echoing into the boundless sky.
We engaged with the locals, who call themselves the Taino. They approached us with cautious interest. Their sun-kissed skin and bright smiles are inviting, yet I sensed an undercurrent of wariness in their eyes. They offered us fruit, gazing at us with wonder, though I fear they may not comprehend our purpose. A tug of conscience stirs within me. Are we here to conquer, or to learn?
Date: September 15, 1492
Entry by Caona, Member of the Taino Community
Today, the strange men from the canoes ventured closer to our village. Their leader—wearing an odd hat and holding a thick staff—communicated with us through gestures, introducing himself as “Admiral.” Initially, our people greeted them warmly, but it soon became evident that their intentions extended beyond mere observation. They demanded food and gold, claiming to hail from distant lands to the east.
A wave of unease swept over me as they revealed shiny trinkets and weapons. Many of my neighbors were intrigued by their unusual gifts, but I sense a dark shadow lurking behind these men. They are unlike us; there is a glint of hunger in their eyes that I cannot trust. This evening, I will gather with the elders. We must strategize on how to safeguard our way of life and the harmony we cherish with our land. I fear this is merely the onset of a great upheaval.
Date: September 28, 1492
Entry by Rodrigo, Member of Christopher Columbus's Crew
Tensions have risen between my crew and the Taino people. Some among us believe it wise to trade and exchange goods with them, while others, driven by greed, demand more. I feel torn by the stories of treasures said to be hidden beneath their soil. Are we conquerors or explorers? Each new day presents a challenge, and every decision weighs heavily on my conscience. The honor I sought now feels like an empty promise in light of the fear etched across the faces of the Taino.
Today, I glimpsed their lives—the way they nurture their families and their deep connection to nature. I wish to learn from them, not take from them. However, as time goes on, I worry that the intentions of my crew might lead to irrevocable harm—not only to their world but to our very souls.
Date: September 30, 1492
Entry by Caona, Member of the Taino Community
The men’s avarice has stirred unrest among our people. Some suggest we comply with their demands out of fear, while others believe we must stand strong and protect our sacred homeland. I find myself among the latter, with a burning resolve to resist this intrusion. The elders recount tales of our ancestors who bravely defended our shores, and I refuse to let their spirits down.
This morning, we convened under the towering Ceiba tree for a council meeting. We shared our thoughts and pledged to engage with the white men cautiously. We must extend our hospitality while also asserting our strength as a community. Our connection to our ancestors and the land will guide us through these uncertain times. I can’t help but ponder what the future holds for us. Will we be able to preserve our way of life, or is a tide of change approaching that we cannot withstand?