
Not often are men remembered not for the destination, but for the journey itself. In my case the latter is true, but should you even know my name? Probably, but not for the reasons you link to my fame. I came closer than most to reaching the starting point, but near the end my head swelled, my religion gave me a false set of armor, I was in dire straights and I went down to the natives in a glorious blaze of utter stupidity. I was forgotten for something I almost did, eventually I was resurrected, and now I’m remembered for something I never did. Alas, this is the circle of life.
Who am I?
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Answer:
Ferdinand Magellan led a fleet of four ships and a crew of more than 230 men on a journey west to secure the Spice Islands in Indonesia, starting from Spain in 1519. Along the way he named the Pacific Ocean, had a strait named after him, quelled a major mutiny attempt and overcame obstacle after obstacle, he and his crew subsisting for a great deal of the time on leather boots and other tidly scraps. By the time he reached the Philippines, still alive after so much travesty, he felt that he was a divine tool of God, and subsequently invincible. He tested out his theory in an unnecessary battle with the natives, and wound up somewhere on the ocean floor in many, many pieces.

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