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    The goings a bit rough. The voyage so far has been nothing but crowded and terrible. My father is Diego Lorenzo. He is on the Niña, I am on the Pînta. When he left for his voyage he said to me, "Stella, you must stay here. Find a husband, have children." I wanted more to my life than having children. I want to go out into the world and experience thing I have never done . So far I've only experienced one thing. The life on this ship. All the men are so unreasonable, not to mention disgusting. There were no woman allowed on the ship so I simply dressed as a man. Musty air fills the air leaving a prickle on my shoulders. Loud snoring fills the air as waves clash up next to the boat. It's about one in the morning and only few people are awake. Only one person looks as though he figured it out. His name was... I forgot. It dosent matter though because I know he can try to keep it. We were children together. Back, of course, when things were much simpler. Back when I could walk into a public place without being offered money for my hand in marriage. Back when I was happy. Now look at me I'm eating hardtack and stale water. Sitting on the hard deck. The hardtack sticks to my mouth making it dry, adding even more mustiness. One thing is for sure, I'd rather get off this ship or die trying.
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Wednesday, February 25

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    My name is Pedro de Acevendo, I am sailing on the Santa Maria ship in one day. I am sailing on August 19, 1492 and I I'll get to my destination on October 12, 1492. I am a criminal just sailing because I want out of jail.
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    I have returned from the captain's quarters. I know that it was wrong what I did. I found a journal on the desk and I opened it. I was completely out of line. It does comfort me, though, that I'm not the only one who found it an important task to record this journey. I'm staying in my room. If the crew needs my assistance I will help. Goodnight. Perhaps tomato I will have found out some clues as to the mystery of this voyage. I only came because I was able to do something. No one ever told me what I was truly going about.
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    I have taken a break from writing in this journal so that I could have time to regain strength. On our negative five star menu we have pea stew, stale biscuits, stale water that was just added to the "menu", and salty meat. The best tasting item is the air here. More people have started complaining and I have been told that the crew of the Santa Maria is planning a mutiny on Christopher Columbus. In the past month only one bird had flown by, and even it vansihed quickly. That was the highlight of my week. Down where I am rowing there are people crying in pain becuase they know that if they give up they will have shame put on by them. They might even be thrown overboard. Stories have been passing around that the captains are going to throw a group of the crew overboard so that the food suply doesn't run out. This is why every man is working their hardest
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Friday, February 20

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    My name is Pedro de Acevendo, I am sailing on the Santa Maria ship in one day. I am sailing on August 19, 1492 and I I'll get to my destination on October 12, 1492. I am a criminal just sailing because I want out of jail.
    I heard a lot of "stories" about sailing across the Atlantic Ocean with Christipher Columbus. You can't bring a change of clothes, there is no good food, you have to do your human waste in a bucket and them throw it overboard, it smells bad, and there is a chance you could get a disease from the rats. I am going to go to bed so.... Goodnight.
    August 19
    Wow, today was tiring. It is dark right now because it is night time.
    This morning I woke up early and put on a lot of layers of clothes because you know we aren't allowed to change. After I woke up I walked to where we were soposed to meet and I got on the ship. I was very nervous but, right away we had to gett o work so I forgot how nervous I was.
    Everyone who told me about the smell was right but everything else hasn't come to mind yet. There is only one bed on the ship and its for the captain, there are 40 men including me, there's 1 year supplies of hard biscuits, 1 year supplies of salted meat, 1 year supplies of dried peas, 1 year supplies of water, 3 eating bowls, rope, tools, Navigation equipment, and 25 cats (to eat the rats).
    The ages on the boat are 24-44, there are 85 sailors from Spain, 4 sailors from Italy, 1 from Portugal, and 3 criminals on board. The non sailors on the board are the royal butler, royal comptroller, secretary of the fleet, and interpreters.
    Now here is another story... What we get paid.
    The petty officers get paid $14 a month, the able seaman $7 a month, and a ship boy $4.60 a month of course that is me.
    Okay, well that has been a lot of explaining and I have to go to bed. So goodnight.
    August 20
    It's morning time right now I just woke up and I REALLY have to use the restroom... I am a little scared but oh well I AM A MAN!
    Ewe that was discussing. The breakfast this morning was stale water and so stale bread, it was great. Hounestly, I have never tasted something so bad.
    I got to get to work, I will write tonight more though.
    You think all of that stuff I have told you is gross well I think my apatite is ruined for the rest of my life because my today I experienced something even more disturbing that anything. Someone must have died when everyone was working because we found what looked like a prisoner dead with rats, ants, flies, and cats eating him. It was so gross.
    Well let's see where tomorrow takes us.
    August 21
    Today someone got thrown overboard because they were not listening to the captain so he leadto his death. I got to meet Christopher Columbus he seemed nice. I got paid my salary $4.60 yippie!
    So Christopher just talked to me and said that I am not allowed to write in my journal anymore so sorry.

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    Oh no! What have I gotten myself into? It's August 30,1492 i snook onto the Caravel ship and I should'nt have left! It's gross! The mulch going in you nose. The fumes from everyone's sweat is what you're breathing in. And it's so loud! All the men screaming! Why? And I think I put my hand in some old stale watery soup. I came onto the ship because I wanted to leave and this was the only way. Oh and they don't know this but I'm a female. My name is Garcia Alonzo. But for now my name is Juan Bermudez. I want to leave. And right now I wish that dumb bird flew over my head and almost pooped on me! But if this is what I have to do to escape then shall be it. Christopher Columbus's plan was to keep his promise to the king. As we find gold and gain land if we don't do what he says or if we would like to turn back then we go overboard into the sea! One crew member named Alice is a female but she is also pretending to be a male named John primer. Alice and I have became really close. One day she even told me that if the boat sank that there were boats in the side to get us to safety. That's it! If the plan doesn't go well and if they find out I am female then I use the boats to escape! Is brilliant and I will bring Alice with me. As everyone is asleep the lanterns flick on. It's Christopher he and two other ship members have swords going to each bed. As he reaches my bed he looks closely and shouts something in Italian and moves over to the next bed. As they leave he looks back and frowns. I'm in deep trouble now. So as everyone is asleep including Christopher I tip toe over to the ladder and a hand reaches my shoulder. It's Alice! "You're not going anywhere, without me. I have to leave!" "Okay Alice keep quiet or we won't get to." I reply. We go down the ladder and reach the getaway boat. As we sit and reach an oar I hear foot steps running and looking down on the boat. I try to paddle away but anywhere I go the ship will follow. It's the end. "And when I woke up we weren't ing the boat! Crazy dream right!?" Alice tells me. "Question why was I mainly in it?" We found land! Wow Alice's dream was crazy!
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    I have returned from the captain's quarters. I know that it was wrong what I did. I found a journal on the desk and I opened it. I was completely out of line. It does comfort me, though, that I'm not the only one who found it an important task to record this journey. I'm staying in my room. If the crew needs my assistance I will help. Goodnight. Perhaps tomato I will have found out some clues as to the mystery of this voyage. I only came because I was able to do something. No one ever told me what I was truly going about.
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    Victoria Hass
    So, this is the first day that I will have to step foot on a ship.
    I'm an interpreter. I'm very proud of my talents. Well, how could I not be? After all, being able to speak fluently in Latin, Arabic, and Hebrew by the time you reach 16 years of age is no small feat. I feel that I'm very good at my work; there is, however, one small problem, I'm a woman. Ever since I can remember no one would take me seriously because of that. I was written off. Cast aside without a second thought.
    I'm so nervous right now. Sitting on the docs with the salty mist coming off the waves as they kiss the rocks ten feet below me, I'm already seeing looks of disapproval, written on the brows of the men, cast toward me. The air is warm here. I can feel the sun beating down on me from its golden pedestal in the firmament of heaven. Some of the male officers look like they don't care if I'm man or women. Looking at them I wonder if any of them will see me as a friend, and not just a China doll- fragile and easy to shatter into a million shards of glass.
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    I just got on the ship. This ship is called the "Santa Maria" the man leading this voyage is on this ship, and I simply can not wait to meet him. Knowing that he is a skilled navigator he must have higher standards. If that was true wouldn't he have a male linguist? This is all so confusing. Some of these crew members don't look like proper navy men. Someone just tell me what's going on! I'm on a ship that is already too far from shore to swim back, has disgusting food and water rations. What have I gotten myself into? Okay I need to calm down. I expected this.
    I wonder, when this ship docks in India,(I refuse to think of this as an "if" statement.) if I will be given my proper respect. Oh no. One of the officers just entered my cabin or do I call these broom cupboards quarters? Anyway, he came into the room, and yes it was nice that he spoke with me, and he called me "miss!" I know that this is just social etiquette, but I want to be treated like any other crew member. Maybe if I talk to the capital this whole thing may be sorted.
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    I have returned from the captain's quarters. I know that it was wrong what I did. I found a journal on the desk and I opened it. I was completely out of line. It does comfort me, though, that I'm not the only one who found it an important task to record this journey. I'm staying in my room. If the crew needs my assistance I will help. Goodnight. Perhaps tomato I will have found out some clues as to the mystery of this voyage. I only came because I was able to do something. No one ever told me what I was truly going about.
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Thursday, February 19

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    September 29, 1492
    Even though this trip seemed like a good idea at the start, I'm starting to question my decision. We've been on this ship so long that I am starting to think that the goal we are seeking, does not exist. The ship conditions are terrible, we cannot take a bath or shave or eat with utensils and my favorite pair of clothing is now my least, I've worn it for so long.
    I absolutely dread the night, the room where I sleep is full of snoring men and screams of nightmares that come from across the room. It is very hard to sleep, with the rocking of the ship jolts me awake as soon as I fall asleep on the stormy nights. It also smells as if rotting meat had been sitting for a few months inside, the filthy men make it that way.
    The Santa Maria is big, there is a lot of space, but the amount of men aboard make it hard to breathe.
    I have dreams of home. I wish I could be there with my art supplies and anything but ocean. The sound of the waves makes me sick to my stomach, I have heard it for so long. I am sad and homesick, Columbus says we'll find land tomorrow, but then again, he says that everyday. I do feel bad for him, this trip is obviously taking longer than he expected. But he doesn't feel bad for us. he doesnt see me as Diego Perez, an individual that cared enough to board this ship in the first place, no, he sees me as just another man in his crew.
    I am tired of eating stale bread and salted meat and Im tired of seeing the same open ocean every single day. Im tired of hearing Columbus give us useless encouragements just to keep us from offing ourselves. I dont want to feel the hard floor of the boat under my feet. I want to go home and sleep in my bed and eat a home cooked mean instead of lip-puckering meat that gets old too fast. I sometimes think of jumping off in the boat and swimming but I'd probably get tired and drown or get eaten by some unknown sea creature. I hope we find land soon, I hope this trip is over soon.
    Sincerely,
    Diego Pérez

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