“What have we gotten into?” moaned Andrew after three days locked in the hold. “Why did we Ever do this? I’ve got to figure a way out.”
“No! We wouldn’t be here if we had any other choice. We were starving and near to death. Things will have to be better in the colony. We’ll be on a farm again and free with land in four years. It’s the only way.” Molly’s optimism was wearing thin, but she held out hope. “Listen! We’re moving!” Sure enough, the chains creaked as the anchor was lifted and they were obviously leaving the harbor. An hour or so later, after they were too far to swim for shore, the doors to the hold were thrown open. The incarcerated rushed for the door and stood on deck for a last, long look at England. Many wailed as land slipped out of sight, knowing they’d never see home again nor maybe even the new country.
Time on deck made the long journey more bearable, except for the miserable days of rain and storms. though it didn’t improve the quality or quantity of the rations. Fighting and attacks were common in the hold, though few had anything but weavilly biscuits to steal. Coughing and moaning broke their guarded sleep. Andrew never left Molly for a moment, knowing she’d be assaulted. Almost every morning, a cold body or two was pulled from the hold. The stench became more horrendous as the weeks passed. Neither suffered from sea-sickness till mid crossing when a storm raged. Both wretched miserably, not even attempting to make it to the bucket. Many of the emancipated passed and were slid into the raging sea. Andrew would have gladly sought death had it not been for Molly.
Finally, the weather cleared and they were able to go above board again, feeling hope for survival. After seven weeks, a shout rang out. The Jamestown Colony was sighted!
Maybe they’d live after all!
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