I have been in pain, for the past months of my life, and I can see the end of me very closely. My life is flashing before my eyes and I can't help but wonder if everything was worth it. Did I get to do everything I wanted to accomplish? Suddenly, everything went black and my mind took we back to the beginning.
I was standing before the crown, begging for him to let me work on something, to accomplish something. Yes, I am married, but I am growing restless and I can't just sit around and wait for death to get me. Finally, he grants me to go conquer and govern La Florida.
I took about 600 men, numerous horses, pigs and dogs with me. I am ready for this. I have been wanting to accomplish great things for the longest time, and now I finally have a chance to prove myself and be a governor like Pizarro.
I was granted governorship of Havana and I took over the colony. But now being here, we still have found no gold. We have tried so hard. We have to move out of Alabama and into Mississippi, and there, we will accomplish what we have been waiting for.
We fought off the natives and then set up camp to spend the winter. Several months later we continued and in 1541 my men and I came upon the Mississippi River and crossed it with rafts.
We are the first Europeans known to cross the river, and when we came back the second time, I was struck with a fever. I am deathly ill and I know I will never recover from this. My eyes then went completely black on the 21st of May 1542.