
The bishop of
A log of my exploits and endeavors into an unknown land, or as I have called it: Canada.
The bishop of
April 15, 1534
Today, I was asked by the King of France to go on a voyage and find a western route from
September 4, 1534
My crew and I are going to arrive back at the home shores of
May 18, 1535
Once again, I have been asked by the king to go on another voyage. This time I am not going on the voyage to find a route to
July 1, 1536
My crew and I are about one week away from the shores of
I have recently departed from Saint Malo to head across the open waters to the new land. I have along with me 5 ships, each carrying supplies and surplus to trade with the Indians. This has proven to be quite profitable for
Retreat was our only option. I was I high sprits about arriving in Canada, my previous exploits having been so successful that I thought that to repeat this was to be a simple task. Such is irony. When my crew and I arrived, the calm and good natured natives were hostile. They inquired about their king; Donnacona, and what has become o him after we took him back to
My prediction has become horribly true. The recent update from