...On Friday, April twenty-six, Zula, a chief of the island of Matan, sent one of his sons to present two goats to the captain-general [Magellan], and to say that he would send him all that he had promised, but that he had not been able to sent it to him because of the other chief Cilalulapu, who refused to obey the king of Spagnia [Spain]. He requested the captain to send him only one boatload of men on the next night so that they might help him and fight against the other chief. They captain-general decided to go thither with three boatloads.... At midnight, sixty two of us set out armed with corselets and helmets, together with the Christian king the prince, some of the chief men, and twenty or thirty balanguais....The Captain did not wish to fight them, but sent a message to the natives by the Morro to the effect that if they would obey the king of Spagnia, recognized the Christian king as their sovereign and pay us our tribute, he would be their friend; but that if they wished otherwise, they should wait to hear how our lances sounded.

[In the course of battle...] They shot so many arrows at us and hurled so many bamboo spears (some of them tipped with iron) at the captain-general, besides pointed stakes hardened with fire, stones, and mud, that we could scarcely defend ourselves. Seeing that, the captain-general sent some men to burn their houses in order to terrify them. When they saw their houses burning, they were roused to greater fury. Two of the men were killed near the houses, while we burned twenty or thirty houses. So many of them charged down upon us that they shot the captain through he right leg with a poisoned arrow. On that account, he ordered us to retire slowly, but the men took to flight... An Indian hurled a bamboo spear into the captain’s face, but the latter immediately killed him with his lance, which he left in the Indian’s body. Then, trying to lay hand on sword, he could draw it out but halfway, because he had been wounded in the army with a bamboo spear. When the natives saw that, they all hurled themselves upon him. One of them wounded him on the left leg with a large cutlass, which resembles a scimitar, only being larger. That caused the captain to fall face downward, when immediately they rushed upon him with iron and bamboo spears and with their cutlasses, until they killed our mirror, our light, our comfort and our try guide..... When the King learned that the captain was dead, he wept... The captain desired to fight on Saturday, because it was the day especially holy to him. Eight of our men were killed with him in that battle, and four Indians, who had become Christians and who had come afterward to aid us were killed by the mortars of the boats. Of the enemy, only fifteen were killed, while many of us were wounded.