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As we approach Cuba, we face another obstacle.  A hurricane with strong winds and high waves, throws another group of our men overboard and they drowned.

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We have finally made it to the Florida Peninsula near Tampa Bay.  Narvaez orders me to take a few men ashore and explore this land.  He leaves us there and continues to sail up the coast.  He tells us that he will pick us up in a few days but does not even tell us where, I fear that we won’t meet up with him again.

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After most of the group died, I was able to escape with the few remaining. We spent the next eight years trying our best to survive trading with the natives throughout the land of Texas and Mexico.

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We have reached The Island of Hispaniola; the men are not happy with Narvaez.  He is arrogant and only cares about himself.  Half of our crew has deserted us.  We sail off Santo Domingo without them.

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we started our journey in Spain and stocked up on recourses to keep us alive until we find a island to refill.