Life Has More Imagination Than We Carry

With Gold A Man Can Do Anything. It Even Sends Souls To Paradise.

Tomorrow Morning Before We Depart, I Intend To Land And See What Can Be Found In The Neighborhood.

He Who Has Gold Makes And Accomplishes Whatever He Wishes In The World And Finally Uses It To Send Souls To Paradise.

I Ordered Each Man To Be Presented With Something, As Strings Of Ten Or A Dozen Glass Beads Apiece, And Thongs Of Leather, All Which They Estimated Highly; Those Which Came On Board I Directed Should Be Fed With Molasses.

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?