The Spring of Unknown

"What do you mean? Of course we can get there, we're in Portugal! The sailing center of the world!!"
"Fernando, the Spring of Unknown supposed to be in the highest mountain in the world. Where have you heard of giant mountains near the sea? That is crazy, all that wine is getting to your head. Go take a nap, or go home or something you have gone crazy!"
"Ahh but that is where you are wrong. You are the foolish one here Rodrigo. You are the one who should go home."
"And how am I crazy?"
"To reach the Spring of Uknown to obtain the unknown, you must escape your soul."
"By being senseless?"
"By having faith."
"That is being stupid, not faithful."
"You don't understand the ways of the uknown, Rodrigo."
"I'll see you in a couple of months. Or probably not."
"You mean to tell me that you are not coming on the voyage with us?"
"Why would I? It is high risk and not much to earn."
"Suit yourself."
"Wait, I want to go."
"Excellent, we leave tommorrow."
Fernando left that mornign along with 30 other people on a journey to find the tallest mountain in the world. Fernando was after all a very rich man. Rich enough to supply his own crew and his own equipment. You see he was a very successful businessman, dealing with foreign trade, and with his fortune he wanted to know everything.
Fernando and his crew searched throughout Asia and the Middle East. After six months of traveling they arrived near a giant chain of huge mountains, cold as possible. They began to climb what seemed to be the tallest one. By the third day, two people had already died.
"Fernando, I think we should go back down."
Fernando glared at her.
"You should leave, you are not worthy of being a true uknown."
After about a week, everyone was dead. They had obtained the unknown.