• My Diary from Plymouth: 1620

    -Katherine
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    Day 1
    Plymouth, 1620
    Sweat, people, and the sun beating down is all I see. Today, we were boarding up the Mayflower. I am as sad as I could ever be. I’m leaving friends, family, and all I can do is hope and pray. It’s loud, steaming hot, and extremely crowded. All I can do is hope and pray, because now, there’s no turning back, because it’s time to board the Mayflower.
    “At least 100 people!” I hear from my dear father, the only family I have left on this ragged boat. I stay close to him, trying with all my might not to get lost in this immense crowd.
    Suddenly, something struck me like a lightning bolt made of words. I said, “Father! Father, look!”
    “What is it Katherine?”
    “I believe it’s Maryann!”
    I rush to my beloved friend, Maryann, my neighbor, back in Plymouth.
    “Hey! Hey, Maryann! It’s us, your neighbors!”
    But, she just lay there, like a broken toy cradled in her corner.
    We hear, “All aboard, and off we go!”
    “Ok, Katherine we have to go.”
    “Oh, well, goodbye Maryann for now,”
    Father and I walk slowly, back to our bunkers. I look back, to see Maryann still cradled up. All I have to do is pray for her, and see her tomorrow.

    Day 2
    Atlantic Ocean, 1620
    Today is even hotter, and more boisterous. I can’t stand the heat and noise. I wish the Mayflower could just turn to mute.
    I still see Maryann cradled in her corner. I have to approach her, I think to myself. Finally, I walk up to Maryann’s alone bunker.
    “Um – hello, Maryann. I know you might not want to talk, but I thought you might be a tad hungry, so I brought you some bread,” I say, hoping she would talk.
    Finally after what seemed to be a decade, she speaks: “I just don’t understand,”
    “Well, what do you mean, dear friend?” I ask worriedly.
    She continues to talk, about her problem. Her family left her alone, on this boat. They abandoned her. She feels alone, mournful and worried. We are about a quarter into the sea, and definitely not turning back. I couldn’t ever dream of leaving all my family!
    Suddenly, we hear, “Storm’s coming!”
    I hurriedly rush back to my bunker, and hope we don’t get washed away by these rolling waves. I told my father Maryann’s story, while he wonders in astonishment.

    Day 3
    Atlantic Ocean, 1620
    Maryann was terrified, so she comes rushing to our bunker with a terrified look on her face. My father comforts her, and welcomes her saying, “Dear Maryann, we will reach land someday. Also, the storm won’t last forever,”
    We hear, “Storm’s ragin’ today!”
    Maryann was scared, but now she looks utterly petrified!
    WOOSH! we hear over and over again. The ship is very damp and soggy from the storms. She panics.
    “Maryann! Will you please calm down! Take deep breaths,” I say.
    She follows my command. While Maryann is taking deep breaths, we hear the wind calming down, and the waves are not raging.
    We go to the deck to see outside, and we feel the subtle ocean mist. The scent in the air is the sweet, salty combination of the waters. We see tree branches and bird feathers.
    “Maryann, look! Branches and bird feathers! That means we’re close to land!”
    We are so close now, we can almost feel it. We know better life is out there, somewhere. We just know . . .