Attractive Lies (Life of the Ordinary Americans #1)A Story by MiikiDear Journal, I am writing this
journal as the start of my journey to America to remember what I have done
during this journey and to one day tell stories to my future family about when
I was 13 years old and travelling to America. My family and I have decided that
we would sail from our home in England to America because of what we had heard
from the Virginia Company was that the climate was better, there were plenty of
supplies, and that the settlers there are able to live in peace with the Native
Americans there. I was upset that I
would have to be leaving my friends and the place where I grew up, but to be
entering an entirely new place sounds exciting. Tomorrow we will have to leave
and board the ship called the Deliverance
and head to America. I wonder what the ship will be like and what America
really does have to offer to us. The Deliverance is very crowded with all the
equipment, tools, provisions, barrels of water, and hundreds of passengers that
it has to hold. The ship is so crowded, that every time you want to get
somewhere, you’d have to push through mounds of people that have diseases and
are exhausted from their long trip from their home. My bed is so small, that I
barely have enough room to sit and write and anywhere you go on the ship, you’d
see and smell such disgusting things. There were people suffering from different
kinds of sea sickness, vomiting, fevers, dysentery, headaches, heat,
constipation, boils, scurvy, cancer, and mouth-rot. And all of these were
coming from the salted food and filthy water that we had to eat and drink.
After the first week of being on this rather terrifying ship, I have been able
to not catch any diseases the other passengers have. But other than diseases,
we also have to put up with storms that frighten all of the passengers making
them think that the ship is going to sink. But most of the people who have had
to deal with this ship much longer than I have, become bitter and impatient and
start to turn on the other passengers by stealing and cheating on one another
and accuse other strangers or their friends and family. Passengers would
complain about how they would rather be at home even if they were lying in
their pig sty or how they would do anything to have a good piece of bread and
fresh water. I agreed with them that being on this ship is like a nightmare,
but I still wanted to get to America even if it meant dealing with these diseases,
weather, and behaviors. It has now been
about five weeks I have been on this ship and I am still dealing with the
diseases, weather, and behavior of passengers.
Lately, I haven’t been feeling well and I wasn’t surprised that I was.
Being surrounded by hundreds of people who are suffering from diseases, you’re
bound to get sick at some point. But luckily, I had caught a fever that wasn’t
as serious as the other diseases on the ship. It took a long time to recover,
but I am grateful that I don’t have to be one of those people that have to be
thrown overboard and into the ocean. During the time I was sick, I had lost my
journal and was too sick to search for it. But yesterday, a rather tall man
with brown hair and brown eyes had approached me. I recognized him from the
town I lived in England, although I never spoke to him, I remembered that a few
years ago he had left England to go to America and then returned around last
year. After learning that his name is Jackson Wright and that he was 25 years
old, the conversation I had with him yesterday was a conversation that I
wouldn’t forget. “I believe this
would be your journal? I think it fell out of your bed and has been kicked
around ever since,” he told me. “Thank you,” I
told him, “I haven’t been able to look for it ever since I caught that fever. But
I was wondering why you’re going back to America again.” “At first, I
didn’t bring along my family, so I returned to England a few years later to
bring them with me this time.” “Did you want
to share the experience with them?” I asked him. “I’m returning
with them because I believe that I want to be with my family even if I am
suffering,” he said to me. “I can see why
you would be suffering on this ship, but once we reach America, everything
should be okay.” “You would
think that leaving this ship would be the end of it, but it’s no better in
America,” he said with a serious face. “Why wouldn’t
it be better in America? The Virginia Company said that the ‘air and climate is
sweet and wholesome’ and that there are Native Americans there who are ‘loving
and gentle,’” I said defensively. “The Virginia
Company lied. They said that so they could attract people to come and work as
employees for the company. In America, there’ll be harsh winters and storms and
drastic changes in temperatures. People are always getting ill and there are
always deaths because of the diseases being caught. And the Native Americans
aren’t so ‘loving and gentle,’ the Virginia Company just said that to warn us
that we will be encountering them, but we’ll be fighting them and arguing with
them most of the time.” “But why are so
many people heading to America then?” “The way the
Virginia Company makes this place sounds have already fooled thousands of
people. And with so few people actually being there and surviving, most people
don’t know what it’s like in America, so they decide to come to see what it’s
like for themselves. “ I knew I
couldn’t argue against him, since he has already been there and knows what the
place is like. Anything I brought up that I thought was good about America that
the Virginia Company had told us, he was able to tell me how they lied and what
it’s really like in America. After speaking to him, I am beginning to wonder
whether or not it was a good choice to come out to the American colonies. It’s
hard to believe what is true now since the Virginia Company had made up these
distortions. And when the Deliverance
reached the shores of America, I begin to feel nervous about what is soon to
come.
--Samantha
White © 2012 MiikiAuthor's Note
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Added on November 3, 2012 Last Updated on November 3, 2012 AuthorMiikiDoylestown, PAAboutI created this account when I was 13...so if you look at my older writing, my age might have affected the language and content a little? Anywho, it's about 5 years later and I'll be turning 18 soo.. more..Writing
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