The row of boats steadily floated across the sea, sails and jacks waving with the wind. The weather was calm after several weeks of sailing, much to the delight of the colonists. The head of the expedition, Napoléon Rousseau, sat in his cabin in the boat that led all the others across the oceans. He studied the softly waving waters from the safety of the dirty windows on the rear wall of his cabin. He quit his pondering, and rushed over to the desk in his small room. He unveiled a small book and produced a feather and bottle of ink. He dipped the point into the black container, and pressed the wet point of the feather against the paper of his book, and began writing.
"August 15,
It has been a long journey. Many of the colonists that boarded the boat back at home aren't with us anymore, as disease and accidents have dropped our numbers significantly. Regardless, we have managed to press forward with good enough numbers. Many of the soldiery that I requested remains. Most of the civilian colonists that volunteered to explore are trained in the arts of musketry in varying degrees. We will be able to hold our own against corsairs and native islanders, should the misfortune ever fall upon us. The previous days have been kind to us, however. The weather has been gradually getting warmer, and the storms and rocking waves subsided. Surely this is a sign that we have reached a warmer and more sunny area, such is the climate that was described to us of the island we are searching for by the company that sponsored us. Many sailors wager that we are quite near, and will be ready to claim land within the next few days. I hope what they say is true, for many colonists have been befallen with both home sickness and physical ills. A mutiny may be in line, assuming we go for a longer period of time without discovery of something to settle. I wish for the same, as I hope to return to my homeland after this colony has been established. I dearly miss my wife, and my eldest son is beckoned by the Royal Army to enlist among our warriors. Should he follow that road, I hope that my bastard son will at least be sensible and join a militia. Too many of my family have died from vile malaise, and it would wrack my heart if one of my sons dies on the field of battle. At the least, it would be an honourable death. My-"
Napoléon was interrupted from his journal writing by the repeated shouting of "Land, ho!" by the sailors on the upper deck of his boat. He put on his coat and rested a bicorne atop his head, and rushed up to see what the ruckus was all about. He was stunned when he stepped towards the stern, and could make out the image of a coast. He took a monocular magnification device to get a better view. He saw a very large, tropical island. Surely it would grow the finest spices and sugars to enrich Syike. After a few more hours of sailing, they stopped from the coast. The sailors, colonists and soldiers unloaded their cargo and bodies to the beach, and stared in awe. They would go on to found the Confederation of New Syike, where they would hopefully live in peace in their new homeland. A small boat was sent out to many islands and overseas trading posts belonging to other nations about the discovery. Many messengers ran their mouths, telling about the magnificent size of the island, and that it was too big for even Syike to colonize. This beckoned for other nations to get their piece of the rich, fertile island known as Havre de Rois, the island that could easily fill the coffers of any king or president.