September 15, 1497: Much of the food has now become rancid. The meats have become rotten, the butter has gone bad, and beer has run out. For the past week, and I expect until we reach land the crew and I will be eating a strict diet of sauerkraut, hardtack, and algae plagued water. I feel that it had been a bad decision sailing away from the coast, for there is no land in sight to restock on all of our supplies. As I had expected form earlier, the crew has become more dreadful since the beer has ran out, and I have heard rumors of a possible revolt by the crew members against me and my staff. The only good that has come from this voyage so far has been the very good weather we have experienced so far.