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Excerpt from the Journal of Captain James Flint, Captain of the Walrus.

Once in the Possession of Captain Roger C. Merriwether, Captain of the Magpie.

Now In the Possession of Dr. Ramona K. Barrett PhD. Full Professor
Of Anthropology at Louisiana State University.

On 3 November 1724, we arrived at an uncharted Caribbean Island one week out of Nassau. It is strange that the island remains uncharted because of its enormous size. For three days we sailed the coast with no end in ready sight, We did come upon a bay that served as an inlet to the island’s interior. I dispatched two crews and I joined the crew on the second boat, leaving behind my first mate Billy Bones and placing the Walrus into his charge.

Upon entering the bay, and the subsequent inlet, I took note regarding the depth and width of the inlet. It was such that , I could navigate the Walrus inside it and use the dense evergreen forest to hide her from the prying eyes of the British, French, and Spanish. We traveled approximately two miles into the interior and pulled ashore. I dispatched the landing party from the first boat, under the command of Quartermaster, John Silver, due West with the orders to march one mile and no more then return and report. They were to try and locate a freshwater source as the water of the inlet was brackish and thus, unsuitable to drink. Within the hour they reported back they had found a freshwater spring. They filled the three barrels and returned.

With two crewmen left to guard the boats, I took my crew and we marched East. We found no suitable spring but we did come upon a rocky canyon. We made our way into the canyon and came upon another tree line in the distance about quarter of a mile to the Northeast. I decided at that time not to cross into the newly found tree line as I did not want to separate my forces. As we were in what I perceived to be Spanish territory. We returned to our boats and made our way back to the Walrus. Once upon the Walrus, we weighed anchor and made our way into the inlet.

Positioning ourselves broadside with the starboard side facing the entrance to the inlet, we dropped anchor. I put every other man on watch in the off chance that Harrington and his squadron accidentally picked up our scent and decided to enter the inlet.

Early the next morning, just prior to dawn, I dispatched the same two crews to return back ashore and again fan out East and West in search of wild game for our stores which were running low and to lift the spirits of the crew. They returned with 4 deer, and two wild boars. They reported the jungle was replete with wildlife of varying sort.

Later that day, I had the treasure we had taken from the Urca de Lima and had all 5 of the chests loaded into 3 boats. We hauled all five chests through the thick jungle to the East, to the canyon we discovered and to the end of the forest. I found a tree I named the lovers because it was two trees that when young became intwined and grew together. It was five paces South of the lovers that we buried the treasure. The whole affair took three days. During that entire time, I could not help but feel that we were being watched.

On the morning of the third day, as we were breaking camp to head back to the Walrus, we were attacked. Arrows came flying out of the tree line. Though I could locate from whence they came, I could not tell from whom they were coming. Four crewman fell quickly followed by another three upon their second volley. Within only a span of 10 minutes all were gone save for Silver and me. We took what cover we could and returned musket fire into the tree line. If we hit our assailants, we could not tell. But a third salvo of arrows came at us. We reloaded and agreed to wait until they made their appearance before we would fire a second salvo. It was not long when they did, they were savages. Their entire bodies were painted white. Their faces were painted to resemble human skulls. The came charging out of trees filling the jungle with their bestial war cries. There were at least 30 of them. We drew aim and fired. Two of them fell. We did not have time to reload so we drew sabers and prepared for the worse.

When it seemed that all hope was lost and death was being visited upon us, a woman descended from the trees. She was magnificent in appearance, almost goddess-like. She was tall and lean, almost as tall as Silver who is 6 feet in height. She was caucasian with a long flowing blond mane, in bare feet and clad only in animal skins. She attacked our attackers like a hurricane, a whirlwind of fury, she killed 12 and the remaining 16 fled back into the woods in fear. She was armed with only a steel knife that appeared to be ancient Greek in origin.

She turned and faced us. We immediately took up our ready positions. She stood and studied us and walked towards us. She was no more concerned or worried about us or what we may do to her than we would be of an insect. She reached out and touched the brass buttons on my coat. I lowered and sheathed my saber and ordered Silver to do the same. She spoke in what appeared to be her native language and neither Silver nor I responded for we did not understand. I could only surmise that she was inquiring into who we were. I was about to answer her when she looked at me and then spoke in ancient Greek. With the little bit of seminary training, I had I knew she was asking our names. To which, I responded in the ancient Greek tongue, “I am James Flint, this is John Silver.” She then introduced herself as Dayana.

Description

Excerpt from the Journal of Captain James Flint, Captain of the Walrus.

Once in the Possession of Captain Roger C. Merriwether, Captain of the Magpie.

Now In the Possession of Dr. Ramona K. Barrett PhD. Full Professor
Of Anthropology at Louisiana State University.

On 3 November 1724, we arrived at an uncharted Caribbean Island one week out of Nassau. It is strange that the island remains uncharted because of its enormous size. For three days we sailed the coast with no end in ready sight, We did come upon a bay that served as an inlet to the island’s interior. I dispatched two crews and I joined the crew on the second boat, leaving behind my first mate Billy Bones and placing the Walrus into his charge.

Upon entering the bay, and the subsequent inlet, I took note regarding the depth and width of the inlet. It was such that , I could navigate the Walrus inside it and use the dense evergreen forest to hide her from the prying eyes of the British, French, and Spanish. We traveled approximately two miles into the interior and pulled ashore. I dispatched the landing party from the first boat, under the command of Quartermaster, John Silver, due West with the orders to march one mile and no more then return and report. They were to try and locate a freshwater source as the water of the inlet was brackish and thus, unsuitable to drink. Within the hour they reported back they had found a freshwater spring. They filled the three barrels and returned.

With two crewmen left to guard the boats, I took my crew and we marched East. We found no suitable spring but we did come upon a rocky canyon. We made our way into the canyon and came upon another tree line in the distance about quarter of a mile to the Northeast. I decided at that time not to cross into the newly found tree line as I did not want to separate my forces. As we were in what I perceived to be Spanish territory. We returned to our boats and made our way back to the Walrus. Once upon the Walrus, we weighed anchor and made our way into the inlet.

Positioning ourselves broadside with the starboard side facing the entrance to the inlet, we dropped anchor. I put every other man on watch in the off chance that Harrington and his squadron accidentally picked up our scent and decided to enter the inlet.

Early the next morning, just prior to dawn, I dispatched the same two crews to return back ashore and again fan out East and West in search of wild game for our stores which were running low and to lift the spirits of the crew. They returned with 4 deer, and two wild boars. They reported the jungle was replete with wildlife of varying sort.

Later that day, I had the treasure we had taken from the Urca de Lima and had all 5 of the chests loaded into 3 boats. We hauled all five chests through the thick jungle to the East, to the canyon we discovered and to the end of the forest. I found a tree I named the lovers because it was two trees that when young became intwined and grew together. It was five paces South of the lovers that we buried the treasure. The whole affair took three days. During that entire time, I could not help but feel that we were being watched.

On the morning of the third day, as we were breaking camp to head back to the Walrus, we were attacked. Arrows came flying out of the tree line. Though I could locate from whence they came, I could not tell from whom they were coming. Four crewman fell quickly followed by another three upon their second volley. Within only a span of 10 minutes all were gone save for Silver and me. We took what cover we could and returned musket fire into the tree line. If we hit our assailants, we could not tell. But a third salvo of arrows came at us. We reloaded and agreed to wait until they made their appearance before we would fire a second salvo. It was not long when they did, they were savages. Their entire bodies were painted white. Their faces were painted to resemble human skulls. The came charging out of trees filling the jungle with their bestial war cries. There were at least 30 of them. We drew aim and fired. Two of them fell. We did not have time to reload so we drew sabers and prepared for the worse.

When it seemed that all hope was lost and death was being visited upon us, a woman descended from the trees. She was magnificent in appearance, almost goddess-like. She was tall and lean, almost as tall as Silver who is 6 feet in height. She was caucasian with a long flowing blond mane, in bare feet and clad only in animal skins. She attacked our attackers like a hurricane, a whirlwind of fury, she killed 12 and the remaining 16 fled back into the woods in fear. She was armed with only a steel knife that appeared to be ancient Greek in origin.

She turned and faced us. We immediately took up our ready positions. She stood and studied us and walked towards us. She was no more concerned or worried about us or what we may do to her than we would be of an insect. She reached out and touched the brass buttons on my coat. I lowered and sheathed my saber and ordered Silver to do the same. She spoke in what appeared to be her native language and neither Silver nor I responded for we did not understand. I could only surmise that she was inquiring into who we were. I was about to answer her when she looked at me and then spoke in ancient Greek. With the little bit of seminary training, I had I knew she was asking our names. To which, I responded in the ancient Greek tongue, “I am James Flint, this is John Silver.” She then introduced herself as Dayana.