Many times I questioned myself for the things I allowed to happen on this journey, but I often agree that the outcome was worth it. I started off this embarqment with morals and came out rich. I often think a man loses his soul when greed takes over, yet in these days gold is worth more than morals.
The first month we set out on our journey we befriended the tribesmen. Each one had a funny look, but never less they seemed okay. Me being captain thought it would be swell to see eye to eye with these people. This lead me to be content for the first couple of months, but then I wasn't making any profit. I became greedy with lust for more, but was greed the right word? Is it greedy if the King himself wants you to come back with a profit. King Lindsey was a wise man, and if I failed my mission I would come back like the rest, penniless, so I had to prove my strength. I started to urge the tribesman, which in return caused them to be more hostile, but they never rebelled. In these months the weather was nice, so I didn't lose supplies already gathered. Even though they were hostile they still worked diligently to give me what I wanted.
The middle months were just as good to me as the beginning ones. Weather was fare and the tribes were still in good spirits with us. I pushed them every now and then, but not too much. For I knew if I pushed them too far they could end up hating us, and then I would have failed my mission, which then would lead to me failing King Lindsey, Mother England, and God. This thought just made me urge the importance of my mission more. I could not fail, and come back meek like a women. I tried not to think these thoughts for long. For my crew were merry and my supply was becoming abundant. I knew God must have been on my side for all the good that was happening.
The last months started off swell. I had a nice supply to take back to the motherland, and my crew was of health, but I decided that my luck could turn on us so I must get more, which was good on my part, because the weather took a turn. I still had a good profit after the storm hit but then the natives started to rebel. Seeing that it was the end of my mission I didn't care to please them anymore. I killed the main threats of the tribe and pushed them even harder for supplies. For it was my last month here, and I no longer needed to treat them as if they were human.
By the end of my journey I came back with the most profit. I have no remorse for what I did. For if it was wrong somebody would have surely stopped me, right? My crew followed me, my King congratulated me, and God didn't smite me. I did this journey for my people and my God, so how could I have been wrong?
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