I am witnessing history unfold in front of my very eyes. It has been 6 long, sickening months since the port in Black Water. Our fleet has carried us here alive. Godspeed, I think it's been called, was my home all those long weeks.
There were always people crying, coughing, vomiting over the side of the ship, it was an all around mad house.
We have spent the last week of April searching for a safe site for England and our noble Queen Elizabeth in the New World. We finally decided on a small island. We figured it would easily be defended if we built a strong fort. Search parties have already started scouring the wilderness for the proper wood, and the overwhelming amount of gold that there must be here. I, on the other hand, am anxious to explore my new home. I
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"They have been sitting in my personal chest for a month, they must be in top shape when I explore this new place," I tell him. He has quite the imagination, likes to run off. I worry that the savages will burn him and have him for supper. No one will dust my guns, shine my shoes, or powder my wig.
That boy never remembers that I saved his life, just a scrap on the street he was. Likely would have sickened and died like the rest of his peasant family.
This land is quite different to back home. There are marsh lands where you sink when you step, there are thick, dark trees and bushes. I've heard place is riddled with savages. Alas, the birds chirp on these beautiful May mornings and the leaves sway quietly in the trees. Almost as smooth as the curtains of my salon back in Cambridge, in the care of my good friend, Lawrence. How I miss my quiet, clean household. William Fair Wind always kept it that way.
Therefore, I hope to ground a lavish house here in the woods. I can tell it won't be easy, especially with all these good for nothing jewellers around. I tell you they sit and wait to see the search parties trudge back here empty handed each evening. Malarkey. I have heard of only 4 carpenters who