October, 1487





Now, our crew is caught in a huge storm. Why am I writing in here if I’m caught in a huge storm? I just have this feeling that this is my last chance writing in here. We lost many provisions and our ship is all wrecked. We were heading for the mouth of Congo River, and we entered the Walvis Bay. However, we lost sight of the coast and we sailed south, which lead us into this huge, violent storm that we’ve been for the past ten days. My life was bright with hope but now, it’s all dark and gloomy…I have no hope left in my life….. I was expecting to accomplish something that no explorer did, but if I die right now, I guess that wouldn’t possible…

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