I have chosen a couple of my most loyal soldiers and we will be setting sail in September. My great friend Chima has provided me with some of his guides. We are sailing along the cost of Darien. It seems as if we have come to a slow stop, the Isthmus is the narrowest part. It has taken us about five full days to advance thirty miles. It is September 27, 1513 and I have seen a vast body of water. With my sword and banner at hand I will claim Mar del Sur in Spain's name. The walk back to Santa Marta has been as bad as the march through the ocean. My men are fatigued and their spirits are low.
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