Robert Taylor was a blacksmith who lived in London, England. Himself, his wife, Maria, and son, Thomas, all are going through a troubled time when Robert was offered the opportunity across the Atlantic ocean on a ship, to a whole new world. Robert knew this opportunity could change his life and expose prodigious liberty from the miserable life they had in England. The morning of September 6, 1620 Robert boarded the ship set for a new land, and said his distress farewells to his family he was leaving alone and praying to see again.
September 6, 1620
There is 102 other men, women, and children on this ship they called the Mayflower. Everyone including myself gives off the feeling of anxiety and terror for we do not know what we have embraced. Already, every second the thought of, are we going to encounter what we are wishing to find? Or will we survive this extensive, doubting expedition? They leaders of this ship, I believe, have exceeded the capacity, for I do not know where I will be spending the night, or who I will be sleeping next to for God knows how long we will be above this wooden craft. I believe this journal will be able to speed the duration of this trip, and allow me tally my days on this expedition to the mysterious world to come.
September 7, 1620
It is 6:00 A.M. and I have not slept one second due to the terror and uneasiness of the ship and people surrounding me. I feel alone, not knowing any soul aboard the ship, no one to talk to or ease the restlessness. The night was quiet; there were scattered cries from children, women, and men, who have already been struck by the loneliness and sorrow of missing their families they have left behind. I myself am coming to regret the decision of boarding the ship, and taking this pursuit on this expedition. We are being served a piece of bread and water as breakfast, and I wonder if I can really survive on this food supply for this entire expedition. It has not even been one full day, and regret thoughts are entering my mind! How will I survive if these irrelevant thoughts are coming about?
September 30, 1620
23 days I have been on this ship. Not exactly how I planned to be at this period, the continuous moving ways have unsettled my stomach, causing myself to be just as sick as the majority population of the ship. The leaders have ordered those who are sick to stay above on deck, for two reasons, one being so we do not be as contagious as we would be contained below with 103 people and the other being so we can ‘chuck’ overboard. I would give anything to feel as I did at home with my family, and never saw this sickness coming upon me, and viewed this time of the expedition tremendously different. Still no word on where about are we or when we will land (if we ever will). I continue to pray for many aspects of my life, my family, the ship, and more importantly that I will be reunited with my family.
November 1, 1620
55 days and we have finally gotten the word that we look to land soon. This heartwarming news brought about a whole new attitude and feeling throughout the ship. If we do not land soon I fear we will run out of food, already we have limited our meals to once a day and twice for children. Liquids being even scarcer of a supply and an imperative necessity to keep lives healthy. Many have grew sick from drinking the sea water, and I may result to that if we do not land soon, because I am not sure how much longer I will be able to reinforce my strength if I constantly strict my meals to less each day.
November 11, 1620
I see it! Just miles away from away from what can saves us all from this miserable ship, and bring us new journeys and for some new lives. I have doubted for so long that this day would never come, but on the 66th day we have made it, and our prayers have been answered.
We have been exploring for hours looking for food, signs of life, and seeing if the land is habituated at all. Still more important questions wonder my mind along with everyone else’s, where do we sleep? Or what next, how do we begin a civilization out of nothing? Our leader has been noticed as Christopher Columbus, everyone looks to him for answers, and I have heard that he order trees to be cut down for homes.
November 12, 1620
It is 5:00 in the morning and not one soul sleeps, we all lay awake, terrified as we stare into the mysterious darkness of the new land from the ship. I can hear the whispers of people worried about what is going to happen for no one has any idea of what we will be doing, each day is a mystery.
THERE’S NOISES OF PEOPLE COMING FROM THE FOREST!
11:00 P.M.
We have been attacked from these animals that must have lived here. I believe they are the natives but they are vicious, and they definitely do not like the idea of us settling here. Many of our people have been injured from them, they could strike again at any time, we all hope for the best.
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