Chapter 13 Ellen More
September 16, 1620
We have been on the Mayflower for 10 days now, seems like a life time for me.
I have been asking my guardian, Mr. Winslow, why we had to leave England and he kept saying that there is intolerance of our faith right now. I still just have no a understanding of why we had to leave so suddenly. I wish someone would just tell me!
The Mayflower is not the most pleasant place to live. I have to stay in the bottom of the ship and we really aren't allowed to up on the deck. My family is very cramped inside this small space of ours. Mr. Winslow, Mrs. Winslow and their children sleep on a wooden bed and I sleep right next to them in a hammock. It is surprisingly easy to go to sleep. I think that the slow rock of the ship helps. I hope that within the next few days I will feel more at home. I miss my ma, and I wish I could spend more time with my sister and brothers.
September 20, 1620
I have been sea sick for the last four days and so it has been hard for me to concentrate on anything much less keeping a journal. Trying to concentrate on something makes me feel dizzy which leads to nausea which leads to spewing on the damp floor, the floor is not damp from my spewing but from the water that leaks through the bottom of the ship. I had said in my previous writing I hope this place feels like home soon, well not yet. Ma Winslow has stayed right next to my side these few days and has said every bad feeling will go away soon, I hope much that she is right.
September 29, 1620
I am fully recovered from my sea sickness. Today we got to go on the rare trip to the deck. We are only allowed on deck when it is sunny but we are not allowed every sunny day, only occasionally. We are permitted for a short time so I always use my time well. Today the ocean was a sky blue and flat as the fish pond at home in England. I saw a thing today that I don't think I will ever see again in my life. A very large sea animal jumping from the sea to the sky and spewing water in a hundred different directions. I stared in amazement and wonder of what that creature could be, the sea is now flat as if it never happened. We we have to go down to that dark suffocating abyss. My pa Winslow escorts me down the stairs and tells me to rest so I can stay healthy during the trip.
October 1, 1620
This day the wind has been howling like a lonely wolf looking for a mate. I have been waiting for pa Winslow to come down from the deck. I am worried about him, it tis dangerous up on the top of the ship. Ma Winslow has telling me that he be fine. I surely hope so.
We have been on the Mayflower for 10 days now, seems like a life time for me.
I have been asking my guardian, Mr. Winslow, why we had to leave England and he kept saying that there is intolerance of our faith right now. I still just have no a understanding of why we had to leave so suddenly. I wish someone would just tell me!
The Mayflower is not the most pleasant place to live. I have to stay in the bottom of the ship and we really aren't allowed to up on the deck. My family is very cramped inside this small space of ours. Mr. Winslow, Mrs. Winslow and their children sleep on a wooden bed and I sleep right next to them in a hammock. It is surprisingly easy to go to sleep. I think that the slow rock of the ship helps. I hope that within the next few days I will feel more at home. I miss my ma, and I wish I could spend more time with my sister and brothers.
September 20, 1620
I have been sea sick for the last four days and so it has been hard for me to concentrate on anything much less keeping a journal. Trying to concentrate on something makes me feel dizzy which leads to nausea which leads to spewing on the damp floor, the floor is not damp from my spewing but from the water that leaks through the bottom of the ship. I had said in my previous writing I hope this place feels like home soon, well not yet. Ma Winslow has stayed right next to my side these few days and has said every bad feeling will go away soon, I hope much that she is right.
September 29, 1620
I am fully recovered from my sea sickness. Today we got to go on the rare trip to the deck. We are only allowed on deck when it is sunny but we are not allowed every sunny day, only occasionally. We are permitted for a short time so I always use my time well. Today the ocean was a sky blue and flat as the fish pond at home in England. I saw a thing today that I don't think I will ever see again in my life. A very large sea animal jumping from the sea to the sky and spewing water in a hundred different directions. I stared in amazement and wonder of what that creature could be, the sea is now flat as if it never happened. We we have to go down to that dark suffocating abyss. My pa Winslow escorts me down the stairs and tells me to rest so I can stay healthy during the trip.
October 1, 1620
This day the wind has been howling like a lonely wolf looking for a mate. I have been waiting for pa Winslow to come down from the deck. I am worried about him, it tis dangerous up on the top of the ship. Ma Winslow has telling me that he be fine. I surely hope so.
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