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We found locals, and they haven't welcomed us the with open arms. Two men that set out didn't return two days ago and so we all set off to retrieve them. While searching we saw smoke rising high in the sky and thought it was them trying to signal to us that they are lost. We all made our way toward the smoke and none of us could believe our eyesight. One man was tied down, and the other was nowhere to be seen. Dark skinned men and women danced around the fire while chanting, their clothes were made out of leaves and nothing more. We found locals, but they are not people to be confronted. I shan't go into any further detail of the horrid event, but I fear this latest encounter may not be our last. I have little faith that the men and I will return home to our families, so whatever unfortunate soul happens to find this journal heed my warning. Turn back now, get back on whatever boat you arrived on and never look back. I want my family to know that I love them no matter what may happen to me. George Pollard signing out.
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The Journal of Captain George Pollard
Ficción históricaHere's a story about the Essex. One that you probably haven't heard before... this is the journal of the Captain of the famous Essex.
