Native American Journal Entry

Entry 1: Even though I have only been on this ship for three days now, I dream of sunlight and fresh air filling my lungs, I dream of my family and I pray that they are okay without me. For now, thick moldy air enters me and with deep breaths, I nearly choke of the stench, that for sure will be some taking used to. I as well as others were told we were going to work on a farm. People from my village join me on this ship. Betrayal sent us to where we are now, our once friends captured us and turned us in the the men with the pale skin. The pale men are very cruel, the beat us and only serve us with unfamiliar foods and sometimes water. We only have room to lay down and we are not allowed on deck of the ship, we eat, sleep, and excrete, in these very crowded conditions. Like many of the other men and women traveling, I do not know where we are going and everything is so foreign, the clothes the give us, as well as the people not of our tribe who speak other languages. …show more content…
They tell us stories of where we will live and work, trees for miles upon miles, great wealth, and seclusion from the rest of the world. In this new land we will be living with people like ourselves and will be free to marry outside of our own tribe which is a strange idea. The languages of the new land includes something called English and Dutch. The men on the boat speak these tongues so a translator retells the stories to us in our native languages. Over time, I have noticed people are getting sick and there seems to be more room where we have been kept but it has also gotten extremely dirty. However, the pale men allow us to come on deck occasionally if we behave and on the rare occasion they give us a leftover liquid called rum. I hope that soon this journey will be over or I may just need a lot more of that liquid rum to help me feel