January 14, 1499: Today has truly been a terrible day. Today we had to burn the Sao Rafael for lack of crew members. For the past two weeks or so my brother has been complaining that his crew has been telling him that they feel very weak. I told him this would most likely go away soon. Then he started telling me that his men had been dying. I believed there must have been something in their ships water, so I gave them a barrel of ours. The deaths kept piling up. I had no clue why(found later to be scurvy). The remaining crew stopped only for a short while to pay our respect to the deaths aboard the ship for we knew we must hurry home so we can get out of this nightmare of a journey. I don't think it can get any worse than this.