In the autumn of the Jisi year, a colossal ship drifted in from the overseas seas into the territory of Lingnan.

Upon the vessel were eleven souls, each adorned in feathered robes that shimmered with magnificent splendor.

"We are people of the Luzon Kingdom," they proclaimed.

"We encountered a gale at sea, and our ship capsized.

Dozens perished in the churning waters; only eleven survivors remained.

We were carried along by the currents until we reached a desolate isle, where we finally managed to escape death.

We lived on that island for five years, subsisting daily on captured fowl and insects, gathering the feathers to fashion garments and sailcloth.

On this particular day, a large vessel washed ashore—it possessed neither oars nor sails, presumably a merchant ship wrecked by the sea and adrift.

We repaired the craft, fitted it with sails, and prepared for our journey home.

Little did we expect that the vast, inscrutable ocean would lead us astray, ultimately depositing us here in Macau."

The Provincial Governor documented these events in a memorial, presenting it directly to the Emperor.

The Emperor commanded that they be sent back to their homeland.