The Log of Master Li: A Voyage to Ayutthaya

The Log of Master Li: A Voyage to Ayutthaya

Year of the Water Dragon, 14th Day of the 10th Moon

Entry 1: Setting Sail from Canton

The air in Canton port was thick with the scent of ginger, tea, and salt today. Our junk, the Prosperous Dragon, finally cast off her moorings with the morning tide. The deck is a cacophony of creaking timbers, flapping sails, and the shouts of the crew. My cargo, bolts of fine silk, porcelain, and some precious medicinal herbs, is secured below, well-wrapped against the sea's damp embrace. I spent the morning overseeing the final checks, ensuring my manifests were in order. The initial days will be spent navigating the Pearl River Delta, a familiar sight of green hills and fishing boats. For supper, we had salted fish with rice, cooked simply by the ship's cook, a sturdy fellow named Ah-Choy. The other merchants on board, mostly fellow Cantonese, exchanged hopeful glances. Master Chen, with his crates of ironware, nodded sagely. "May the winds favor us, Master Li," he said.

Entry 4: Hugging the Coast of Guangdong

The land remains a constant companion to our starboard. The coastline of Guangdong is rugged, with mountains rising sharply from the sea. We keep a watchful eye on the shore, navigating by familiar landmarks. The days fall into a rhythm: the sun rises, the sails catch the wind, and the endless horizon stretches before us. My time is spent reviewing my ledgers, calculating potential profits in Ayutthaya's bustling markets. I also inspect my cargo hold daily, a ritual that brings a strange comfort. Food is simple: dried pork, more salted fish, and rice porridge. The water, drawn from large ceramic jars, is still fresh. I shared a pot of tea with a quiet scholar, Master Wu, who is bound for Siam to study Buddhist texts. He spoke of the vastness of the ocean, a humbling thought.

Entry 10: Hainan's Embrace

We have reached Hainan Island! Its green peaks rose from the mist this morning, a welcome sight after days of open coast. We put into a sheltered bay near a small fishing village. The air here is warmer, more humid. The captain deemed it wise to replenish our fresh water and take on some local fruits – sweet lychees and pungent durians – which are a true luxury after days of dried provisions. I walked ashore, stretching my legs, and observed the local trade. Small boats exchanged fresh fish for bolts of coarse cloth. We will stay here for two days, waiting for the winds to shift favorably for our crossing. The crew is busy with minor repairs to the rigging.

Entry 15: The Vastness of the South China Sea

We are truly at sea now. Hainan is a distant memory, a faint line on the horizon that vanished two days past. The sea is a boundless expanse of blue, meeting the sky in an unbroken circle. There is a profound sense of isolation out here, yet also a strange peace. My stomach, initially unsettled by the constant sway, has now found its rhythm. The food is now strictly preserved: hardtack, dried vegetables rehydrated in rice water, and the ever-present salted fish. Ah-Choy does his best, but variety is a luxury. Master Chen and I discussed the potential for storms in these waters. He recounted a harrowing tale from a previous voyage, reminding me of the sea's unpredictable temper. I spend my evenings gazing at the stars, which seem brighter and more numerous out here, guiding us south.

Entry 22: A Glimpse of Vietnam

Land! A faint, hazy outline appeared on the western horizon this morning. It is the coast of what the locals call Annam, the long, slender land. A collective sigh of relief passed through the ship. The monotony of the open sea, though peaceful, can wear on the spirit. We are sailing closer to the shore now, hoping to find a good harbor. The air carries new scents – damp earth and distant woodsmoke. I look forward to stretching my legs and perhaps finding some fresh provisions.

Entry 28: A Stop in Champa

We anchored in a bustling Champa port, near what some call Faifo (Hoi An today). What a vibrant place! The harbor is filled with diverse vessels – junks like ours, but also smaller local boats, and even some from India. I spent the day ashore, trading some of my less valuable silks for local spices and a small quantity of fragrant aloeswood, which is highly prized in Ayutthaya. The food was a revelation: fresh fish stew with aromatic herbs, and sweet rice cakes. The local people are different from those in Canton, with their own customs and dress. Master Wu, the scholar, found a local temple and spent hours there. We plan to stay for five days, allowing the crew to rest and the captain to gather intelligence on the route ahead.

Entry 40: The Final Ocean Stretch

We have left the Vietnamese coast behind, making our final, longer crossing towards the Gulf of Thailand. This stretch feels different; the air is thick with anticipation. The monsoon winds are holding, pushing us steadily west. The days are hot, the sun relentless, but the thought of Ayutthaya keeps spirits high. I often sit on deck, watching the waves, imagining the grand temples and bustling markets of the Siamese capital. My cargo, my hopes, and my future are all tied to this journey. We are a small community on this wooden vessel, bound by the sea and the promise of trade.

Entry 48: Sighting Siam!

A cheer went up from the lookout this morning! The low-lying coast of Siam is visible, a faint green line on the horizon. It is a sight that brings immense relief and excitement. We are in the Gulf of Thailand now, the waters calmer. The captain is consulting his charts, guiding us towards the mouth of the great Chao Phraya River. Soon, we will leave the open sea behind. For supper, Ah-Choy managed to catch some fresh fish from the Gulf, a welcome change.

Entry 52: Up the Chao Phraya

We have entered the Chao Phraya River! The sea's vastness has given way to the intimate embrace of the riverbanks. The air is humid, fragrant with the scent of wet earth and tropical foliage. We pass countless small villages, their houses on stilts, children waving from the banks. The journey upstream is slow but steady, pulled by the current and the occasional tow from smaller boats. The coastline is long gone, replaced by endless rice paddies and distant temple spires. My heart quickens with each bend in the river. Ayutthaya is near.

Entry 55: Arrival in Ayutthaya

We arrived in Ayutthaya today, anchoring in the bustling foreign quarter of the river. The city is even grander than I imagined! Temples gleam, markets overflow, and the river is a highway of boats of all sizes. My journey is complete. The Prosperous Dragon has delivered her cargo safely. Tomorrow, the real work begins – trading, negotiating, and hopefully, securing a handsome profit. The exhaustion of the voyage is quickly replaced by the vibrant energy of this magnificent city. May the spirits of the land bless my endeavors here.