Finding Newfoundland

On the third return trip after founding the colony, diUmbria sails with a massive haul of stone and lumber for building more permanent buildings.

The decision is made to hire a navigator out of Las Palmas for this trip, but it proves to be a terrible miscalculation; the inexperienced fool tacks west too early, directly into the strong headwinds that run east across the north atlantic. The mistake puts them against the wind for weeks. Food begins running low, but thankfully supplies were not exhausted by the time they reached Boston.

After sailing down to the colony to supervise initial construction of an organized market, sail back north, past Boston, all the way to Newfoundland. Here the old Venetian marveled at the rugged loneliness of the landscape. A certain somber forest lined the coast, and beyond this quiet wilderness were dark, brooding cliffs. Of course much of the continent was unsettled, even by native populations, compared to Europe, so any expanse of forest was a novelty. This forest was different though, chilling and unwelcoming to all those but the curious breed of folk that thrived in the solitary wilds.

They soon realize they can’t go any farther north, though he was intending to survey the Sea of Labrador. A quick run through the inventory, however, let him see that there was simply not enough food and water in the hold, there was still too much valuable cargo unsold, and prudence guided him to turn back south.

Or was it illness? Soon, diUmbria was not feeling well again, and went below deck, leaving the navigation to his crew. Just keep going south, follow the coast, and all should be well.

Instead, the helmsman nearly runs them into the shore of a small island, then turns down wrong side, heading inland into a large bay. diUmbria at this point shakes loose his ill reverie and dashes to the wheel, rights their course, but now, his health coming in fits between fevers, he sends the crew far out into the Atlantic, into the open sea and away from the coast.

They return to Boston weeks later, exhausted, both Captain and crew well under the impression that every day at sea is a trial. It has certainly seemed as though fortune was not smiling upon their efforts.

When diUmbria had recovered, he decided to rest briefly at the colony while overseeing construction, then head back to the Labrador area once the hold and himself were in more appropriate condition.

Leave a Reply:

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *