October 22, 1492
Dear Diary,
So
we’ve been here not but 2 weeks and already the natives hate us. And
understandably so – between disease, disrespect, unnecessary force, and an
awkward incident involving the captain of the Santa Maria getting too
up-close-and-personal with the tribe’s elder resulting in a heated verbal and then
physical battle over the general merits and faults of corn, we haven’t exactly
been the most pleasant of guests. As great as Columbus is – seriously, he’s an
incredible navigator and adventurer – I think he may have made a mistake. I’m
telling you all this in confidence, but I don’t actually think we’re in India.
These people look nothing like I thought they would, there are no
particularly exotic spices like the ones we’ve been promised, and our Hindi
translator has proven utterly useless. I guess we’ll figure out what to do next
in the next month or so. Aunt Isabel and Uncle Ferdinand could get very angry
if I tell them that I think we messed up, so I’ll just let the other
powers-that-be do all the work. That’s worked out so far!
In a whole new world,
P.D.A.W.S.S.G. III
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