Question

I have to write a narrative for English II, tell me what you think so far.

Answer 1

November 9,1620
We have successfully landed… but there is none of the war, weather that should be here… everyone around me says that it is the right spot but I can swear we aren't even in the right colony. It's supposed to be warm, sandy and the sun is out. All we can see are rocks and the depressingly dark cloud, and our stale, cold breath in the air. We have done the math and we will have to cut back just a little, but we have enough provisions to last us until the spring, or surely most of us will die, if not all of us.

November 11,1620
We have just received word that a new set of rules, which is to be called the “Mayflower Compact”.and that we have actually landed in Plymouth, not Jamestown. Our first governor has also been elected, a man known as Mr, John Carver. He wrote the Mayflower Compact and was the first man to sign the Compact.

January 12,1620
We have decided to send some of the more able men to go ashore during the day to cut down trees, build homes and other community buildings. They report of hearing strange noises being emitted from the tree lines, just out of sight. Oddly enough people are placing bets on what it could be, wild animals, Natives, or even just the wind. I don't know or really care in my opinion and all they are doing is wasting their money.

January 26, 1621
It's been four months in close quarters with these men and women. I don't know how much longer we can take, supplies are nearly out, fight break out over the smallest of scraps, it is so cold outside that ice has begun to form on the inside of the ship, forcing us into even closer groups, least we wake up with frostbite. We may leave the boat a little early, to save the sanity of us all, and to begin creating our new homes.

March21, 1621
It is finally warm enough for us to leave the safety and the shelter of the Mayflower. We left the stale, dark atmosphere of the inside of the ship and entered the outside world, the crisp, sharp air, smelling fresh of morning dew hitting us like a door to the face. We stood on the outskirts of our newly formed colony Plymouth. All of our newly found oxygen and life was suddenly ripped from our lungs as we realized one crucial thing.. we had NO FOOD. None of us knew how to farm and we only had weeks of supplies left, and many of us had already perished due to the rationing. We quickly gathered a few guns that we salvaged from the summer and send a handful of men into the woods to hunt, a few hours later they returned with a handful of rabbits, the bullet formed a neat hole through the eye which blood now leaked from, dripping onto the ground. The fur around the head and neck stained a scarlet red. Two more men then emerged from the woods, dragging behind them a healthy looking buck, which had been shot several times in the chest, I shook my head, knowing that we would have to cut the meat from around that area, much less we all die of poisoning. We would throw enough meat into the fire from that deer we could have fed a small family of three. The main remainder of the once 100 strong group of us rejoiced around a fire, some to be free, some to be glad to start new, and some happy just to be alive. A group of the rest of us met at my tent, where we discussed what to do next, we knew it would only be a matter of time before we would run out of balls and powder.

April 5, 1621
We sent out a small group of people to find a nearby Indian tribe to see if they would be willing to help us in our mission to establish a reliable source of food.I am a little skeptical about this idea because of what we have heard about the other Indian tribes treating other Englishmen because of how they have been treated in the past, but none the less it needs to be done.

April 10,1621
Hope that the exploration party sent out to find the Indians will return is running low. With them being gone for five days with only a week's worth of rations and no major medication, likelihood is that they have already perished.

April 14, 1621
The exploration team returned this morning, escorted by a small group of Native Americans. According to one of the Natives, they had mistaken our group for someone else and shot several arrows on them, two of our men were hit, but after they realized they were mistaken, they removed the arrows and healed them, which caused them to be gone for nine days.

Answer 2

@theDeviliscoming @ThisGirlPretty

Answer 3

It's good

Answer 4

Dang @Vocaloid

Answer 5

Still a W.I.P.

Answer 6

\(\color{#0cbb34}{\text{Originally Posted by}}\) @Warriorz13
Still a W.I.P.
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Whoops, it's actually for English III that was a typo lol