Antonio Pigafetta's First Voyage Around the World: A Travelogue

On September 8, 1522, the crew of the Victoria cast anchor in the waters off of Seville,
Spain, having just completed the first circumnavigation of the world. On board was Antonio
Pigafetta, a young Italian nobleman who had joined the expedition three years before, and served
as an assistant to Ferdinand Magellan en route to the Molucca Islands. Magellan was dead. The
rest of the fleet was gone: the Santiago shipwrecked, the San Antonio overtaken,
the Concepcion burned and the Trinidad abandoned. Of the 237 sailors who departed from
Seville, eighteen returned on the Victoria. Pigafetta had managed to survive, along with his
journal—notes that detailed the discovery of the western route to the Moluccas. And along the
way, new land, new peoples: on the far side of the Pacific, the fleet had stumbled across the
Marianas archipelago, and some three hundred leagues further west, the Philippines.
Pigafetta’s journal became the basis for his 1525 travelogue, The First Voyage Around
the World. According to scholar Theodore Cachey Jr., the travelogue represented “the literary
epitome of its genre” and achieved an international reputation (Cachey). One of Pigafetta’s
patrons, Francesco Chiericati, called the journal “a divine thing”, and Shakespeare himself
seems to have been inspired by work: Setebos, a deity invoked in Pigafetta’s text by men of
Patagonia, makes an appearance in The Tempest.
First Voyage, Cachey points out, is intent on marveling at what it encounters—and therein lies
much of its appeal. It is a work that is intent on wonder. On astonishment. In travel writing, one
often must recreate the first moment of newness, that fresh sense of awe, on the page for the
reader; Pigafetta does it again and again, by reveling in odd and odder bits of detail. We watch
Pigafetta wonder at trees in Borneo whose leaves appear to walk around once shed, leaves that
"have no blood, but if one touches them they run away. I kept one of them for nine days in a box.
When I opened the box, that leaf went round and round it. I believe those leaves live on nothing
but air.” (Pigafetta). We marvel, in the Philippines, at sea snails capable of felling whales, by
feeding on their hearts once ingested. On a stop in Brazil, we see an infinite number of parrots,
monkeys that look like lions, and "swine that have their navels on their backs, and large birds
with beaks like spoons and no tongues".
And yet, the very newness that can give travel writing so much of its power creates problems of
its own. For the travel writer there is, on the one hand, the authority of his or her observational
eye, and on the other, the call for humility in confronting the unknown. Pigafetta, encountering a
new people, tries to earn his authority through a barrage of detail. He attempts to reconstruct
their world for us--what they look like, where they live, what they eat, what they say--he gives us
pages and pages of words, from Patagonia, from Cebu, from Tidore. But there is little humility,
and one can hardly expect there to be so, not early in sixteenth century, a few decades after the
Pope had divided the unchartered world between Spain and Portugal,and certainly not on this
expedition, where Magellan and his partners have been promised, in a contract agreement with
the Spanish monarchy, the titles of Lieutenants and Governors over the lands they discover, for
themselves and their heirs, in perpetuity. And cash sums. And 1/20th of the profits from those
lands.
In First Voyage is great gulf between what Pigafetta sees and what Pigafetta knows. I
grew up, in the Marianas, hearing about this gulf. It is part of why travel writing can be so
fraught for me now. On reaching the Marianas after nearly four months at sea with no new
provisions,"The captain-general wished to stop at the large island and get some fresh food, but he
was unable to do so because the inhabitants of that island entered the ships and stole whatever
they could lay their hands on, in such a manner that we could not defend ourselves.". The sailors
did not understand that this was custom, that for the islanders, property was communal and
visitors were expected to share what they had.
So in that first moment of contact, Magellan and his starving crew retaliated. They went ashore
and burned, by Pigafetta's account, forty to fifty houses. They killed seven men. Mutual
astonishment at the new and the wondrous took a dark turn:
“When we wounded any of those people with our crossbow shafts, which passed
completely through their loins from one side to the other, they, looking at it, pulled on the shaft
now on this and now on that side, and then drew it out, with great astonishment, and so died;
others who were wounded in the breast did the same, which moved us to great compassion. [...]
We saw some women in their boats who were crying out and tearing their hair, for love, I
believe, of their dead.”
Magellan named the archipelago Islas de los Ladrones, the Islands of Thieves. The name
would stick for the next three hundred years, long after the islands were absorbed into the
Spanish empire. The name, the bold, condemnatory stroke of it, has long been anchored to my
past, to those old history lessons. There is no feeling in it but rage. So we were surprised to see,
in Pigafetta's text, the sailors moved to compassion. They seem to understand, in that moment of
astonishment, that the islanders are defenseless against the unknown.
 From the Marianas, the fleet moved on to the Philippines. They linger there, exploring
the land, exchanging gifts with the chiefs, observing the people. And we know what's coming for
the people; we know that we're seeing, through Pigafetta, the hush of a world just before it
changes, wholly and entirely. And there is Pigafetta, marveling, at the coconuts and the bananas
and the naked, beautiful people. It's happening even now in the text, as the Filipino pilots are
captured to direct the way to the Moluccas, the way to the spices. There is Pigafetta, roaming and
cataloging and recording, caught up in the first flush of a new world, and as we read we can start
to hear our father describing his country, wondering at it, our father traveling as a young man up
and down Luzon, across the sea to the Visayas, across the sea to Mindanao. We can hear the
ardor and the sadness and the terror and the delight. We can hear the wonder. We can feel the
pulse to move.
We suppose this is what great travel writing gives us: a way to wholly enter a moment, a
feeling, a body. A way to be changed. We can be our father, marveling at his country, our
country, transformed by its vast expanse. We can be Pigafetta, on the deck of the Trinidad,
moved to write from shock and wonder. And we can be the woman on a boat in the Marianas,
crying out of love for the dead.

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Expedition. Ed. Theodore J. Cachey, Jr. Toronto: University of Toronto Press, 2007.
History of Micronesia: A Collection of Source Documents. Ed. Rodrigue Levesque. vol. 1:
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Rogers, Robert. Destiny’s Landfall: A History of Guam. Honolulu: University of Hawaii Press,
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