Journal Entries
Date: August 15, 1492
Entry by Rodrigo, Member of Christopher Columbus's Crew
Today marks the beginning of our great adventure. We finally set sail from Palos, leaving behind everything we've ever known. The excitement is palpable among the crew; many boast of riches and glory in lands unknown. Our captain, Christopher Columbus, has promised us fame if we succeed in finding a new route to Asia. It is hard not to feel a sense of pride and anticipation as we chart our path across the vast Atlantic.
The sea is a restless beast, and I find comfort in the rhythm of the waves. As we travel further away from Spain, I can’t shake the feeling that we are heading into uncharted territories. What magnificent wonders lie ahead? I have heard whispers of lands filled with gold and spices. Pray that we shall spot land soon.
Date: August 25, 1492
Entry by Caona, Member of the Taino Community
Today was like any other day on our island, but there is an unsettling feeling among my people. For days now, we have spotted strange canoes on the horizon—boats unlike any we have seen before. They bring with them strange men with skin as pale as the moon. Curiosity piques my heart, but caution reigns among us. We do not know what these men want, and the stories told by our elders echo in my mind: tales of outsiders who bring chaos and darkness.
My brother and I have been tasked with gathering food from the fields. I cannot shake the feeling that change is coming, and it carries with it the winds of uncertainty. The coconuts and yuca remain plentiful, but will they always? We will soon learn more of what these visitors wish for, but until then, I must maintain my connection to our traditions and protect my family.
Date: September 12, 1492
Entry by Rodrigo, Member of Christopher Columbus's Crew
After weeks at sea, we sighted land today! It is both exhilarating and terrifying. We anchored near a lush, green island teeming with life. Columbus believes we have reached Asia, but I wonder if the stories told in the bustling ports of Spain hold any truth. I find solace in the songs of our crew—our hopes sung out to the vast sky.
We interacted with the locals, who refer to themselves as the Taino. They approached us with cautious curiosity. Their skin is sun-kissed and their smiles bright, but I could sense a veil of apprehension behind their eyes. They offered us fruits and looked at us with wonder, though I fear they do not understand the intentions of our journey. I must admit, I feel a tug at my conscience. Are we meant to conquer or to learn?
Date: September 15, 1492
Entry by Caona, Member of the Taino Community
Today, the strange men from the canoes came closer to our village. Their leader, who wears a peculiar hat and carries a thick stick, spoke to us with signs. He called himself “Admiral.” At first, our people were welcoming, but soon it became clear they were not here merely to observe. They made demands for food and gold, claiming they came from distant lands to the east.
I felt a deep unease as they brandished shiny trinkets and weapons. Many of my neighbors were curious about their strange gifts, but I see a shadow that follows these men. They are not like us; their eyes reflect a hunger I do not trust. I gather with the elders tonight. We must decide how to protect our way of life and the harmony we cherish with our land. I fear this is only the beginning of a great storm.
Date: September 28, 1492
Entry by Rodrigo, Member of Christopher Columbus's Crew
Tensions have escalated among my crew and the Taino people. Some of us thought it best to barter and exchange our goods with them, but others, fueled by greed, demanded more. I feel conflicted as I hear tales of treasures lying beneath their soil. Are we conquerors or explorers? Each day brings a new challenge, and every action weighs heavily on my heart. The honor I once sought feels like a hollow promise in the face of the fear I see in the faces of the Taino.
Today, I caught a glimpse of their lives—how they care for their families and their intricate connection to nature. I want to learn from them, not take from them. But as the days pass, I fear the intentions of my own crew may lead to irreparable damage—not just to their world, but to our souls as well.
Date: September 30, 1492
Entry by Caona, Member of the Taino Community
The men’s greed has ignited unrest among our people. Some wish to comply with their demands out of fear, while others believe we must stand firm and protect our sacred home. I find myself in the latter group, feeling a fire burning within me to resist this intrusion. The elders speak of our ancestors who fought bravely to defend our shores, and I will not let their spirits down.
This morning, we decided to gather for a council meeting under the giant Ceiba tree. Together, we shared our thoughts and vowed to approach the white men with caution. We must show them our hospitality, but also demonstrate 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 wonder what future awaits us. Will we be able to preserve our way of life, or is a tide of change coming that we cannot resist?
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