As a cabin boy on the voyage of Christopher Columbus across the Atlantic, I was filled with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The bobbing of the caravels upon the water and the initial good speed to Madeira filled me with a sense of adventure, like a leaf tossed and turned by the wind. However, as we ventured further and further away from the known world, the Sargasso sea and the winds that blew the 3 boats westward, my excitement turned to terror.
The food on the ship was extremely basic, and I was often tasked with the most menial jobs such as scrubbing the decks or peeling potatoes. But sometimes, I was lucky enough to get some of the better food from the captain's table. The conditions on the boat were also quite harsh. The constant rocking of the ship and the sound of the waves slapping against the sides of the boat made it difficult to get any rest.
A typical day for me would start before sunrise with a bowl of porridge and a sip of water. After that, I would spend most of the day performing my duties, helping the crew with anything they needed, and trying to stay out of the way of the more experienced sailors. As the sun began to set, we would gather for a meal of dried fish or salted meat, followed by a few hours of rest before starting all over again.
In 15th century Spain, life was quite difficult for someone like me. Growing up in poverty, I jumped at the chance to be a part of this voyage that promised the possibility of wealth and shares of profit from any gold traded. I was aware of the risks, but the opportunity to see new worlds and possibly make a better life for myself and my family was too good to pass up.
As the lowest-status person on the voyage, I had to learn how to hold my position and dignity. Some of the crew were kind, but others were not, and it was up to me to navigate these relationships and earn their respect. At times, I was sympathetic to the near-mutiny that took place and wanted to turn back like the crew members and the captains of the other two ships. However, I also believed in Columbus's vision and the possibilities that lay ahead.
The ocean passage was truly a test of endurance, the sky as dark as the bottom of a barrel of tar, and the sea as rough as a cobblestone street. I felt like an ant on a vast ocean, insignificant and small. But despite the hardships, I will always remember this journey as the beginning of an incredible adventure, one that opened up an entire new world of possibilities.