"September 20. Sounded the depth of the seawater—still deep sea. The crew complained somewhat, but the outstanding Expedition Commander soothed them down. On this sea of waterweed, the wind was very weak. Almost no wind by day; a light breeze rose at night... Sailed seven or eight leagues over the day and night, recorded as five leagues..."
"September 21. That damned belt of light breeze is still going on! In one day and night, we sailed only thirteen leagues, recorded as eleven leagues... Saw a great whale, and the Sailors' spirits recovered somewhat... These enormous sea beasts shouldn't be too far from land... Yes! Land is right ahead!..."
"September 22. Course west-northwest. Finally sailed out of that damned waterweed sea! The wind has finally picked up too, an excellent east-northeast wind... Sailed thirty leagues over the day and night, recorded as twenty-seven leagues... The outstanding Expedition Commander told the Sailors! The ships cannot go back against an east-northeast wind. We have only one road, and that is straight west!"
"September 23. Course west-northwest, turning due west. Sailed twenty-two leagues day and night, recorded as nineteen. Encountered waves such as we had never seen! Great waves fell from the sky and nearly drenched everyone!... The Sailors were rather restless, and even a few fools who could usually get a word in were silent... Merda! The outstanding Expedition Commander could only step forward and tell the Sailors that this too was the Lord's guidance, and even more so a trial the Lord had given us! Just like in the Bible, when Moses left Egypt, the great waves he split apart!..."
The three Castilian ships sailed on over the endless ocean, as if they would never see its edge. The dusk sun sank into the western sea, directly before the raised bow, like