Journal Entry

As a child I was raised by my young father, Edmund, and my older brethren Nigel. My mother had left us many years ago. She, and my father could not stand one another, and spent most of their time bickering about such nonsense. It never came as a surprise to me when my mother left us, as I got older, I knew it was bound to have happened someday. If I must speak the upright truth, it never bothered me too many that my mother was not around, she was a mad woman to say the least, she was never fain with anything, I remember her much being stubborn, and aloof. Never have I felt her to be anything like a mother. Although, the fighting had stopped, my father became ill, not with such anything of a disease, I prefer to believe that he was heartbroken. He expected my mother to make her voyage back home, whilst I believed she was skulking, or rather found herself a much new suitable life or family.

My older brethren had dothed me to go pitch for my mother, and for that I had laughed in his face. He was as much of a fool as my mother was. He was absolutely ridiculous if I must say, such a naive man for his age. Did he not realized that our mother did not care not one ounce for her children. I left home when I was about eighteen years of age, I had too much of a long stay in that sad ‘ol place, no one bothered to notice me. I was a ghost in my own haven.

My father had fallen ill, this time not of heartache for my mother, but of a mighty fever that struck him with an angry hand. I dare say that he was better off dead, he was not living much of a life anyway. Shall I tell you what happened to that naive brethren of mine? well, I will tell you nonetheless. He had married a beautiful women, perhaps one who was rather far too beautiful for him. ...

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...d others affirmed they knew the ship to be strong and firm underwater, this reassured me, causing my rather worried nerves to settle. There was a great iron screw brought by passengers who had come out of Holland, which would raise the beam into his place. The carpenter and master affirmed that with a post put under it, set firm in the lower deck, he would make it sufficient. If we did not over press the ship with sails we believed there would be no further danger, so we committed ourselves to the will of God and decided to proceed forward.

I was ready to see this new world, the importance of it for me was that my life would have a new beginning. Though I may come to face many hardships ahead, I dare not let that frighten me. I was neither like my mother or my brethren. I Jackson Edmund Finnigan was no coward.

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