Henry Hudson
It’s amazing the way an idea can plague through the land, infecting every single person until there is not one soul left who doesn’t believe it to be true. But no one knows they’re infected until they find out what they believed is a lie. No one really knows how contagious this is until they see the real truth. But I can’t believe the truth, not now. There has been too much put at stake for me to give up now. We can’t give up. Not for myself, not for the country, not for anyone. I can’t bear to admit that I did. I can’t admit that I was wrong. Even frozen still in ice it seems like a colder fate to admit failure than to give up now. Frost bites at my hands, men are dying of scurvy and other diseases brought on by the cold, …show more content…
We are trapped in the bay with nowhere to go, white covering the horizon where it should’ve been dark and blue and ready to be explored. This was only bleak, reminding of us of our own bleak futures rising on the horizon. White sea on white skies, with white snow falling down in our hair and on our beards. White like our hands after the cold, like our minds after being infected by this terrible, terrible plague. But, still, starving weak and cold, we couldn’t give up. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we gave up …show more content…
Everything has been finalized. Today is the day that Henry Hudson will leave this boat and stop torturing us in this awful bay for good. I’m tired of this hunger, of his lies. Given the choice between starvation and hanging, I would rather be hung. I don’t care what Prickett says the consequences will be, we will go home and I will eat a real meal one more time in my life. Henry Hudson has done nothing but betray us in our time on this ship. Locked in the icy bay, he has lied to us about our food and has delayed us of going home. His devotion to the Northern Passage is unphasable, but the crew together is stronger. Every man swore on the Bible last night not to do anyone direct harm. We will get them on the shallop and then they will go, off into the bay and out of our lives. For no longer will I starve for you, Hudson. And the next morning, it went just how it should’ve. All of his “supporters” (they were his favorites, he gave them extra food) were forced on the shallop, along with him, and his son John who followed him onto the boat. Seven men, drifting away from us, into the lands of the bay and the lands of the
It’s amazing the way an idea can plague through the land, infecting every single person until there is not one soul left who doesn’t believe it to be true. But no one knows they’re infected until they find out what they believed is a lie. No one really knows how contagious this is until they see the real truth. But I can’t believe the truth, not now. There has been too much put at stake for me to give up now. We can’t give up. Not for myself, not for the country, not for anyone. I can’t bear to admit that I did. I can’t admit that I was wrong. Even frozen still in ice it seems like a colder fate to admit failure than to give up now. Frost bites at my hands, men are dying of scurvy and other diseases brought on by the cold, …show more content…
We are trapped in the bay with nowhere to go, white covering the horizon where it should’ve been dark and blue and ready to be explored. This was only bleak, reminding of us of our own bleak futures rising on the horizon. White sea on white skies, with white snow falling down in our hair and on our beards. White like our hands after the cold, like our minds after being infected by this terrible, terrible plague. But, still, starving weak and cold, we couldn’t give up. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we gave up …show more content…
Everything has been finalized. Today is the day that Henry Hudson will leave this boat and stop torturing us in this awful bay for good. I’m tired of this hunger, of his lies. Given the choice between starvation and hanging, I would rather be hung. I don’t care what Prickett says the consequences will be, we will go home and I will eat a real meal one more time in my life. Henry Hudson has done nothing but betray us in our time on this ship. Locked in the icy bay, he has lied to us about our food and has delayed us of going home. His devotion to the Northern Passage is unphasable, but the crew together is stronger. Every man swore on the Bible last night not to do anyone direct harm. We will get them on the shallop and then they will go, off into the bay and out of our lives. For no longer will I starve for you, Hudson. And the next morning, it went just how it should’ve. All of his “supporters” (they were his favorites, he gave them extra food) were forced on the shallop, along with him, and his son John who followed him onto the boat. Seven men, drifting away from us, into the lands of the bay and the lands of the