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      <title>Indian Ocean Trade by William Hermann</title>
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      <pubDate>2023-01-10 23:48:16 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Colombo, Sri Lanka: Entry 2</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>We made it! I landed in the port of Colombo just a few hours ago. I sold a lot of minerals, and met a native of the island named Dimuth. Despite our differences, we are both merchants. He was a Hindu, like most people in his land. After giving me a brief tour of the port, I bought some of his goods, mostly black pepper and luxury goods, which are what the people of Colombo are known for now. He told me to never buy the tumeric. Such a scam, he says. He took me to where he prays, a splendid temple with beautiful architecture. Dimuth also showed me to his King's court, and I knew not if I were on Heaven or Earth, for I had never seen such a beautiful site, not even in the port of Mogadishu. We had a wonderful time together in Colombo.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-01-16 02:04:44 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Somewhere in the Maldives, Final Entry</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>One second we were smooth sailing back home to Mogadishu, and then next, pirates, somewhere from the Maldives, came aboard my treasured ship. They stole everything. After, they forced me below deck so I was unable to return. I wonder, is this it for me? Is this the end? But, as they are tying me up, I see something that they didn't steal: Sulfur. I was fascinated by chemistry as a kid and wanted to see what people from other lands did with it, so I brought a small vial of sulfur with me. While the pirate who is tying me up gets more rope to tie me down, I quickly undo the knot. My dad was a sailor, so I learned a lot about knots. As I studied chemicals, I also learned that if in large enough amount, when hydrochloric acid is poured on sulfur, it creates a deadly toxin. So I sprint to the mineral. I poured the acid on the sulfur just as the pirates returned. Disgusting fumes spread everywhere, including toward the pirates. They gagged, but I ran. As I watched the pirates choke on the deadly concoction, I knew there was only one thing to do. Jump! Hopefully someone finds this journal and brings it back home. But until then, goodbye.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-01-17 22:03:44 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Mogadishu, Somalia</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>This is it! I, Ibn N'namdi, am finally getting to travel the Indian Ocean and trade my goods. I couldn't have done it without my dad, though. His admiral position in society gave me the ship I needed to accomplish this dream of mine. Even though I am upper class, I am interested to see what other religions people practice other than Islam. I plan to leave in June, and return in October. That way, the monsoon winds will carry me to my destination quickly.&nbsp; I knew I was going to forget my compass and astrolabe, so I packed those items first. Those tools assist my trade because they help us merchants navigate the waves better. Growing up in Mogadishu has fostered my explorer's mindset. Every day, more ships than I can count come to our treasured port to trade us their goods. I don't know how the Shayk does it with such a bustling city! The city is filled with smells of rice cooked with a spice we call ghee. Due to the fact that we are grateful for every traveler here, far and wide, we present them with gifts upon their arrival. Now I will be the one doing the traveling. Unlike other explorers, I will not take a cat with me on the ship because I'm soooooo scared of them.&nbsp; I have prepared all I could. I have gold bars and my lands beautiful minerals, such as feldspar, gypsum, and uranium to trade in foreign lands. I have also learned the language and culture of where I am planning to go: Sri Lanka</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-01-19 22:35:35 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Bibliography</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Beck, Roger B., Mr. <em>McDougal Littell World History: Patterns of Interaction</em>. New&nbsp;</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;York ed., Evanston, McDougal Littell, 1999.</div><div><br>DC WEb Designers (410)740-9181, www.dcwebdesigners.com. (n.d.). <em>Indian Ocean in world history: Welcome</em>. Indian Ocean in World History | Welcome. Retrieved January 19, 2023, from https://www.indianoceanhistory.org/LessonPlan/MedievalEra.aspx&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-01-19 22:45:27 UTC</pubDate>
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