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| The coast of Staten Landt |
I had a horrible experience; these past weeks have been terrible to me. On December 13th, the Year of Our Lord 1642, I discovered yet another new land, naming it this time Staten Landt. While this would be something of celebration, however, the voyage itself to find this place was terrible. I would owe my life to my compass; without it, I may not be alive today. Worse still, when we landed on Staten Landt, we were almost immediately attacked by fearsome warriors with strange faces adorned with coloured symbols and designs. They killed four of the crew members from the Zeehaen before we were able to flee. I have dubbed that bay Murder’s Bay, and I have decided to sail north again.
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