I often refer myself as an adventurer, or a explorer. As a child, I liked to catalog magical organisms in my spacious backyard, such as intelligent, colorful moss, or pungent gnomes. So, it was no surprise what my response was when a group named the voyaging society asked if I would accompany them on an expedition in the amazon to discover unknown, magical species.
The following paragraph is the remains of the letter I received to start this peculiar journey:

Dear Mr. Lockhart,

We, of Voyage society, often hear of you as a incredible navigator and explorer.
We are in need of this type of people for our new ship expedition on Barco do Capitão Stalin.
Our boat will leave when you report to the following address;

Santa Bay, Am- [The rest of the address has been ripped out, and I do not remember it.]

Thank you,
The Voyaging Society

I had three initial thoughts after reading this invitation;
1, I’m glad to find a group who except my sense of adventure,
2, I hope I find a native Chachalaca,
And 3), Should I pack my framing purple suitcoat, or my green one?
I was so focused in my packing, that I was out the door when I realized I needed to reply to the invitation.
The following paragraph is the letter I hurriedly wrote as the reply to The Voyaging Society.

Dear associates at The Voyaging Society,

I am on my way.

Sincerely,
Yours Truly,
Gilderoy Lockhart
Gilderoy Lockhart


As soon as my V.I.L.* owl took off, I apparated in front of a large, green , and reeking metal box marked Trent’s Trash (so muggles don’t see me apparate) in the muggle vehicle land. After only a few paces, I was at the entryway of Kings Cross Station.
Soon after walking through the brick barrier to platform 9 3/4, boarding the flying Doxy, (and maybe treating myself to some cauldron cakes) I was soon on my way to platform 204.2 of the Miami Airport, then arrived at the
amazon at the 1st. Platform of the SRB BRS**.
Santa Rosa Bay made my mind run wild with curiosity. The scenery was painted beautiful shades of green, I could feel the tropical humidity on my skin. The characters that inhabited Santa Rosa were quite unique, too. Even the candy was exotic, with labels such as Suckers sugadores de sangue do Conde Carmilla, and Gobstoppers com sabor de alho Anti-Ashling. I originally planned to walk as quickly as I could to the boat, but after arriving, I was delayed for sightseeing, and purchasing a book titled Uma história da baía de Santa Rosa e seus inimigos camuflados, which the seller described as a book about Santa Rosa’s interesting past.
The path to the Barco do Capitão Stalin was not far from the station, to my relief. If I spent any time longer on the road than I did, I would probably be exploring of corner of that bay. I could easily see why The Voyaging Society would have a research vessel here.
O porto do navio de Stalin (The Voyaging Society’s port) had a very overgrown entrance, giving off a harrowing kind of feel. A chill ran down my back. I reminded myself of the experience I would earn if I would simply walk through the corroded gate.
As I now look back at this thought, I realize that I definitely would find new memories, but not the way I wanted.


**Santa Rosa Bay Bewitched Railroad Station
*Very Important Letter