The Story of U.S
by Maya Garg
November 8, 1620
It is early November and the cold sea winds bite at my face. It’ll be worth it I tell myself. My name is Anne Marie Jones and I am on this wretched boat along with my husband and some 300 others. Ever since the King proposed and installed the Church of England, life has been hell for those that want something other to be completely controlled religiously by the king. We made the decision to leave to escape persecution and hopefully be able to live a free, better life.
November 10, 1620
November 11, 1620
At last our prayers have been answered! We heard the call of arrival early in the dawn. The men were taken down to the below decks to do some professional business, while us women were left above the decks. They came up after some time telling us about this “Mayflower Compact” that they arranged. It is a set of rules that everyone is obligated to follow.
Once we got off the boat the first thing I noticed was the unbearable chill. The men from Jamestown told us that it was warm, yet it is like northern England. The men scoured looking for the small town of Jamestown but when they came back saying we had docked quite far from Jamestown I realized we were on our own.