The Adventures of Jens Munk.
Born in Arendal, Jens Munk is yet another Norwegian who made an impact in Danish history.
Copenhagen, 1610.
In a tavern near Nyhavn, a rugged sea captain is assembling his crew. His name is Jens Munk. He’s from Arendal, Norway, a small coastal village way in the south of the far-stretched land in the North. He bears a royal charter with, granting him five ships with full provisions.
“I am looking for a crew. We are sailing to Bermuda next week. The pay is good, the voyage is safe…”
Numerous men sign up. The Danish-Norwegian merchant fleet is huge, but this is different. The captain has been granted a royal charter to seek out new land.
Jens Munk was fortunate. The naval reforms of Christian IV had brought Denmark’s shipbuilding technology to the very forefront of Europe – no other kingdom could build galleys of such sturdiness and strength as Denmark. Even Dutch and English shipbuilders came to Copenhagen and Bergen to study the new techniques.
Munk himself was a runaway from Norway, who’d joined the Navy, and quickly rose to become captain of a small fleet. Now he was off on a Royal expedition.
From the journals of Jens Munk:
26th of April 1610: Thanks to Providence, we arrive in the Danish port at Bermuda. The local governor greets me, and upon showing him the Royal Charter, I am allowed to restock our ships with supplies.
The sailors enjoy a night off in the local taverns. Hopefully they will not desert. It has been known to happen.
20th of June 1610: We spot a whale outside the coast of Recife. I order one ship to pursue it. It is soon killed. Fresh meat is much appreciated, and some sailors drink the blood to stave off the scurvy. We are not welcome in Portuguese ports, so we cannot sail there to buy fruit. I remember visiting Brazil when I was 12. So much has changed.
20th of November 1610: After an enormously turbulent journey past Cape Good Hope, we arrive in Fredriksborg in Ciskei. The governor is most helpful, and provides us with oranges and lemons, along with salted meat and fresh water. We will now embark upon the longest part of the journey. I fear and look forward to whatever we will see in these strange sea lanes. Some of our sailors fear we’ll be sailing off the Earth or be swallowed by giant sea monsters.
20th of January 1611: The Comores lie before me. It is strange to feel the sun heat us in January.
21st of February 1611: I can see land to the west. It must be Africa.
27th of March 1611: We are denied entrance through the port of Zanzibar by Moslems. At gunpoint we leave the island behind. This must be remedied.
15th of January 1612: It has been an eventful year, dearest journal. We have travelled past The Coast of Pepper and into the Indian Ocean. We found several strange new species of fish, and also noticed that the sea birds behave differently here. I am back in Ciskei to replenish our strengths, and am currently enjoying a hot evening on the terrace of the governor’s residence. Wish I could end my days in a place like this. I will also dispatch a letter to king Christian to tell of our progress in charting the far East.
24th of February 1612: I have charted an archipelago, but unfortunately the two inhabitable islands are already claimed by England and France. The Seychelles will not be under the Danish Crown.
For quite some time, Jens Munk’s expedition travelled to and fro Ciskei and into the Indian Ocean.
In the summer of 1613, he reached Ceylon. The island was occupied by Dutch traders, and so Jens Munk decided to go further north, exploring the Eastern coast of India.
And, in 1614, a breakthrough finally happened, as the fleet arrived in the Straits of Malacca.
To be continued...
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