25th January 1519
We leave the port in Cuba, sailing towards the new island that the locals called Mexico. They spoke of great treasures and kings. I don’t personally think any Aztec could beat a civilized Spanish sailor with guns and horses.
We arrive on the beach in Mexico. The small village at that beach looked at us as if we had 4 eyes and two heads. All they did was look at us in amazement. It was almost like they had never seen other human beings before this very moment.
Oh, and the horses! They had those little scrawny Indians running with fear. All they did was mutter something about a man called Quetzalcoatl. All they did was look amazed. “Who the hell were these white dudes?”
I saw the chief of the village take his cousins’ beating heart right from his chest. It was brutal and cruel. After the supposed sacrifice to the gods they celebrated and rejoiced in the innocent bloodshed. I figure they would probably do the same to us if did not win the upcoming battle.
I brought 15 horses, 300 men and I am still trying to recruit soldiers from other rival Aztec tribes. My men where afraid and I couldn’t have them walking out on me at the last minute. I burned the ships. It was the only way to get them focused on what they had to do. Sounds brutal but it was only meant in pure battle strategy.
40/50 - A good range of ideas but it lacks proper flow and jumps from one point to the next.
ReplyDeleteT - work on the flow of written information.