I am not feeling well. The doctor’s say I have a tropical disease. It’s called Dysentery. I’ll be buried in my full armor. My grave will be in Portobelo, Panama.

I’m now 54 years old. I’m still fearless, but I’m suffering many defeats to Spanish America. El Morrow Castle shot a cannon ball through my cabin. I somehow survived.

I found a new sea route. It will be called “Drake Passage”. It is the water between South America, Chile and the South Shetland Islands. Queen Elizabeth I is proud of my success.

I’m now sailing the Pacific Ocean.  I’m in charge of three other ships and 164 men.  After tonight’s dinner I’ll comb my red hair and beard.

It’s a cold and rainy day in England. I’m about to be awarded knighthood. Queen Elizabeth I will be doing the honors. I’ll be second in command of the English fleet.