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When Churruca left, Dona Flora and my master made him great praise, especially commending his expedition to South America to make a map of those seas.
October was the month, and day 18. From this date I have no doubt, because the next day left the squad. We got up very early and went to the pier, where he hoped a boat that took us on board.
Imagine you imagine my amazement, wonder why I say!, My enthusiasm, my disposition, when I was near the Holy Trinity, the largest ship in the world, that citadel of wood, which seen from afar in my imagination represented as a factory prodigious, supernatural, only monster worthy of the majesty of the seas. When our boat passed by a ship, I will examine in some religious awe, amazed to see such large hooves that seemed so small from the wall, at other times seemed smaller than my imagination had wrought. The restless excitement that was possessed exposed me to fall into the water when he contemplated with rapture a figurehead, an object that just another one fascinated my attention.
Finally we come to Trinidad. As we approached, the forms of that colossus would increase, and when the boat was alongside, confused sea space where projected, which in black and horrible glass, the shadow of the ship, when I saw how they sank the still dark hull in the water gently whipping the sides, and when I looked up and saw the three rows of cannons poking their mouths threatened by slides, my excitement turned into fear, púseme pale, and I was not clinging to the arm movement my master.
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