Croatoan

22 July 1587 - The Beginning

This part of the story will be in Diary mode so i can build up to the good stuff. I know this might not be all that exciting but trust me itll get good eventually.

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22 July 1587

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Diary Entry - Eleanor Dare

22 July 1587

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Today was the day we would be arriving to the new world. Father had said that I was chosen to give birth to the first english born baby in the americas. It was a great honor for me as well as my father but mostly for my father. It had been a very long time since the re-establishment of our colony on Roanoke Island. The previous group had not had succes in there attempt to make this a permanent english colony due to the fact that the natives were not friendly and conditions were difficult but father had a plan. 'Befriend them' My father said.

He believed that our chances of survival would be maximised by become the natives friends instead of there enemies. I still thought it was a bad idea but I said nothing it simply was not my place. They should be friendly (We Hoped) but nothing was guaranteed and I knew the danger. Still there was simply no way on earth that I would part from my fathers side... Ever. Specially not after my husbands death and the surprise pregnancy a few months later.

PAUSE

"Eleanor! Come see the land." My fathers voice called down to me from the top of our vessel. "Coming father." I said closing my diary. 'We finally arrived' I thought as I stood up before making my way to my fathers side.

"Eleanor is this not beautiful land." My fathers voice showed his very evident exitement and I smiled. "Yes father it most certaintly is." I said reassuring him while we watched and waited for the ship to touch land. "Return to your quarters until I call for you Eleanor." My father said kissing my forehead and rubbing my swollen belly.

"Yes father." I said walking back to my quarters. 'How exciting' I thought "Miss Dare your lunch ration is served." My maid Maria said the moment I stepped in my room. It was only then that I noticed a covered plate on my desk. "Thank you maria. Have you eaten yet?" I asked her and she looked down before nodding. "Maria tell the cook to serve you a plate. I wish to have you eat with me and keep me company." My voice was soft.

Maria was my maid but I wasn't heartless and I knew she was lying when she said she had eaten already. The cook served me first before anybody else on the ship by my fathers orders. 'To protect the first english born child on the new world' He said. "No madam I'm not allowed." She said to me and uncovered my plate making me drool just a bit. 'Guess I am hungry' I thought and started chowing down without a care.

I was sure I looked a little bit of a mess but I didn't care at that moment. I was done in a matter of minutes and decided to take a nap. "Ill just be a minute." I said mid yawn just as Maria slipped my cozy cover over me. It wasn't till much later when I woke up for dinner that I noticed something was wrong. My baby it wasn't moving "Why aren't you moving?" I asked my baby somehow expecting my fetus to answer me.

A few minutes went by and then the baby moved again and I let out a calming sigh.

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I know its kinda short but oh well i wanted to post something.