For The Execution Of The Voyage To

The Tempest Was Terrible And Separated Me From My [other] Vessels That Night, Putting Every One Of Them In Desperate Straits, With Nothing To Look Forward To But Death. Each Was Certain The Others Had Been Destroyed. What Man Ever Born, Not Excepting Job, Who Would Not Have Died Of Despair, When In Such Weather Seeking Safety For My Son, My Brother, Shipmates, And Myself, We Were Forbidden [access To] The Land And The Harbors Which I, By God's Will And Sweating Blood, Had Won For Spain?

Your Highnesses Have An Other World Here, By Which Our Holy Faith Can Be So Greatly Advanced And From Which Such Great Wealth Can Be Drawn.

An Old Man Came On Board My Boat; The Others, Both Men And Women Cried With Loud Voices: "come And See The Men Who Have Come From The Sky. Bring Them Victuals And Drink."

Sailed This Day Nineteen Leagues, And Determined To Count Less Than The True Number, That The Crew Might Not Be Dismayed If The Voyage Should Prove Long.

Thus The Eternal God, Our Lord, Gives Victory To Those Who Follow His Way Over Apparent Impossibilities.