Indian Adventure

March 25th, 1799: Next week I set sail aboard "The Whale," en route to India with none other than the famous Captain Woodcock at the helm. I've decided to stay the night at the black pot inn, but I'm told my bedfellow may not return until late tonight. I am greatly looking forward to this venture, and shall certainly learn much about the Indies during my visit.

March 26th, 1799: I woke to the sound of a belligerent and very drunk Irishman cursing at me in surprise. Unaware that we were to be bedfellows, he let the weight of the alcohol drag him to the bed with a mighty thud that caused our heads to knock with much force.
Sometimes however the oddest situations can make the greatest friendships, and we spent the remainder of the night smoking his corncob pipe and getting to know one another. He introduced himself as Kellan, an Irish colonialist with a penchant for adventure. I took much delight in his drunkenness and asked whether he wouldn't accompany me on my venture to India. To my delight he agreed and we left later that week with the wind at our backs.


April 2nd, 1799: Aboard the ship there was talk of Unicorns found both in America and Greenland. Kellan and I have agreed that the probability of finding a new breed of Indian unicorn is not unlikely and we have resolved to hunt for one upon landing.

April 5th, 1799: We've arrived in India!
Our Journey began in Surat where the natives gave us "fauful" - an Indian nut good for strengthening the teeth that will leave a stain of red upon the lips. After sitting for a while and smoking Kellan's corncob pipe, we determined that it would be necessary to acquire a camel for the trip inland. While I set about doing this Kellan began to sample an Arab alcohol called "arak" made from figs. Thankfully I was able to find a camel on my own and before we knew it we were on our way.

April 9, 1799: After two days of travel through the desert we stopped at a temple so that Kellan could recover from the sun-burn given by the hot sun. Here we were served rice, butter, milk, and a variety of pickled fruits. We learned that the milk and butter were products of a goat, since the locals hold cattle to be of extreme importance and possibly divine. The people call them "the prop of the world." They also hate Sodomy which according to them is practiced by the Mohetans regularly. They marry one wife and never divorce.


April 14, 1799: After almost a week in the desert we arrived in a place named Mangalor. We were greated by a formidable feast of rice seasoned with Saffron and red spices, figs, almond milk and to our delight the meat of a Goat. This was the first time we had meat since beginning our venture, and I could feel my body regaining vital energy. We ate strictly with our hands, but it felt very natural and the food was delicious. Yum!




April 15th, 1799: Today began with news from the locals that the Rajah wished to meet with us. We travelled to his temple and we delighted at what an exotic and wonderful savage he truly was. Kellan asked if he might want to accompany us on our Journey back to Britain but was flatly refused.

Last entry: I was woke in the night by a group of local Indian gentiles. They stole Kellan's gun, some of his gunpowder, and half his British cigarettes. They used the gun to ensure I did not try to escape and told me that because I resembled the Mohetans I was no longer welcome. Being a kind people, they gave me a camel and I rode it into the sunset.