A Day In the Life of Dorothy Bradford

The days seem to be getting longer. Our enthusiasm and excitement is slowly fading. It has rained for the past three days now, which has not helped the spirits of the crew. Early in the morning, I take William’s telescope and I try to look for land, but all I see across the horizon is ocean. Miles and miles of dark blue ocean. It seems as though the whole Earth is covered with water, and we will

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This land will be the death of me, I can feel it in my soul. I have a lot of time to myself, although I try to help in any way I can. For my sake God, let my dreams comes true. I pray for a land of green, beautiful trees, endless amounts of food, a warm place to live, and a life filled with love. It feels as though we have been sailing for years, and I have become fearful that the Americas are only a dream.

Dorothy Bradford

November 13th, 1620

Half of the people on board the boat are ill. I am lonely sometimes, but I know that everything will be different soon. But I keep my thoughts to myself, for William’s temper is short these days, and I do not like to anger him. I would help them if I knew what to do, but there is little on the boat to cure the sickness. I loathe the boat, and I hate how lonesome I have become. There are naked stickly trees all around us. I hope and pray we reach land within the week, for I can not stand one more minute on this wretched boat. He will take care of me, although things have been very different the past few days.

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