Option 4: The pungent odor of sweat and vomit roused me. For a second, I wondered where I was, and then I remembered. But the stifling smell and heat was enough to make me climb up the rattling ladder onto deck. I sighed as a cool breeze refreshed me. Looking up, the stars were as bright as they were back in England. Heavy silence surrounded me, and for the first time in a week, I felt calm. The boat that was taking us to America, the New World, rocked gently around me.
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“Fiera, our farm isn’t raising enough for the landowner, and he says that we need to- um, find a new place to live.” I opened my mouth to speak, but my mother cut in. “We have no other option! No money, no home- we need to do something!”
“Your mother’s right. So, I found a man who is willing to get us land, in the Americas! Can you believe how lucky we are? They say it’s a land full of gold, and the man says all we have to do is work for him a few years, then we’re free! We keep the land, get money, and become rich!” I saw my mother nudge her husband with her elbow. My father winced, then added, “And he… said you were to marry his son, William.”
I opened my mouth, then shut it. Girls and women weren’t allowed to speak back to men, but I was mad. Furious. I was… engaged! And without my permission! “It’s for the greater good.” My mother placed a hand on my arm. I glared daggers at her, but didn’t talk. “When do we leave?” I managed to ground out. “Tomorrow.”
I woke up from the memory, and found myself slumped on the wooden deck. I was freezing! Grabbing a blanket, I thought, I didn’t know which was worse- having to marry a man I had never met before, or dying on the ship that took me to him.