The Travels of
Don Chiquiatta Qui-lypso


Jan 17, 1519
It appears my company grows restless. Yet, earlier I was praised for taking it slow so that paws did grow too weary. I am at a loss as to which choices to make to keep them content. Should I stay or should I go? The fore-runner to move is Aden, he is bored, apparently out of his mind and spent the majority of the night trying to convince me that for the good of the mission we should get moving. I suppose one of these days I shall have to reveal to him that I have no intention what-so-ever of sending any contact to Salve`. The mission has become my own as I had always desired! The map I have been forging for the last month is for our use soley. This is why I labor on it, and move the party slowly. The map's accuracy is critical as I do not wish to have to repeat the wrist-cramping process of it again. I must admit that Aden amused me with a skill I did not realize he had...he drew a picture of Salve` that was most laughable. Frankly, I would say it was accurate to the 'T'. His attempt to sketch me proved... interesting. I guess I'm not draw-genic.

Jan 12, 1519
We set camp atop a forested hill. Not too much to see, but at least it's a place to rest. Orlando Doggas, Sancho Fizzgig, and Dultivo enjoyed a quiet evening by the campfire. We chatted about things including what we're doing here, stories, and things. It appears there are snakes in the area that like to dine on Orlando's toes. But the silliest thing that happened was Sancho picking as fight with Dultivo. I would have to say that Dultivo won out of sheer stubborness. I mean, she did get the flower from him without having to apologize for the surprise bath he recieved. Thus far, we've decided to remain camped here for some time. It's nice to be in charge.

Dec 11, 1518
Still wandering! At least we have the sea shore to follow. There is hope yet...

Nov 30, 1518
Tree, bush, rock, tree, river, tree, fern, river, bush, bush, fern, BEEHIVE! OUCH!

Nov 23, 1518
I've discovered nothing but a vast jungle. There has been nothing to report save lots of rain and Dultivo's ceasless whining! It is impossible to tell if I am even heading north still, the trees block out the stars and sun if the clouds do not. This accursed country has gotten the better of me and now I wish the spirit of adventure was never ignited in me back home.

Nov 15, 1518
I have been selected as the leader of the northern coast team. Sancho Fizzgig, Dultivo, and I are to venture north with a small party into the mountainous country and send word of anything we should come across; cities, ruins, friendly natives, hostile barbarians. I am praying the latter is never found as I am quite fond of my head attatched where it currently resides. Fizzgig is quite enthusiastic about our assignment, I am certain it is more the fact that we shall be on our own then where we are headed. We should be setting out on the morrow as soon as the sun breaks the horizon. Here that is hard to tell.

Nov 12, 1518
We have arrived in the new world after a very long trip over-seas. I should say that the captain was a bit off by the travel time, by a few weeks! My companions, Sancho Fizzgig and Dultivo are fairing worse then I. This is surprising considering that my ear should have fallen off from the belly aching of the latter. Now I should be counting my blessings, we made it safely to land as so many before have not. The weather here is very hot and humid, it rains a vast ammount of the time causing our few attempts to explore our new surroundings rather trying. Se`nior Salvatore` Quinciarga is growing impatient and sorting some of us to venture out on our own looking for civilization. It is rumored that I am in this standing. As of yet I'm not certain if I should be excited or afraid. No one knows what is beyond the cliffs we are camped on. Everyday Quinciargo reminds us that that is precisely why we came in the first place, but it does not seem to quell the fear growing in the party. For now I will try not to worry and simply see what comes to pass.