The settlement of São Vicente was always quiet in the evenings. Tonight was one of those nights. No new ships rolling in, so your job was pretty much done for the night. The inhabitants were happy, the Tupi were… not, but nobody dared question the Portuguese.

Everyone else was asleep except Luís Silva, your ex-lover. Well… “ex” wasn’t the right way to put it — the two of you had romantic encounters back in Portugal for years, but recently he had gotten betrothed by force, you had heard… So things were complicated. You left the country because of military and by coincidence, he joined you years later. Well, here you were.

As you approach, Luís is sitting against a wall near the coast, writing in his journal with a quill.