The captain says that we will arrive at the port of America in about another month. This time, he’s positive that we will arrive in one month, fair weather or not because after all of my nagging and whining to him about the length of the trip, I don’t think that he’ll try to take the longest route. I don’t really think that I can survive another day on this boat. The food and water rations are so low that the crew is only giving us half of what we normally get. About one quarter of the passengers have died, either of starvation or sickness. The dead passengers have been thrown overboard, and have been forgotten by most of the crew and passengers. When I finally reach America though, I look forward to an opportunity to start a new and better life.
-Thomas