Historic Letter

Dear Edward Fox,

It has been too long since we have last talked. I have many things to tell you, to start with there is something imperative I must say, we have arrived at unknown lands, this as I see it is not the settlement of Virginia. Unfortunately, my disposition to argue with the captain has brought me upon the title of a prisoner. I do not know for how long my freedom will be kept away from me.
                    The spontaneous growth of our new settlement has been quite thriving. There are many forests and woods that encompass the colony which are full of animals to hunt, even though I am held as a prisoner I get a share of the food. Last night it seems the captain has forgiven me for my behavior and extricated me from captivity, I instilled that I would work and support the colony with all my efforts for a better life.
                     About the religious freedom, it has been very successful. Our supply of crops have derived from our prayers, it seems to be working, our methods. Every time I pray, memories of my good life in England evoke in my mind, but they do vanish when I remember the King’s guile toward us the Separatists.
                    Oh, I am sorry to not have written to you earlier, a rare sickness is prevalent among men, it is pervading quickly. They really seem to be suffering and it is my duty to help them, it is for the general good of the colony for me to do so. Well, enough about me. How is your life faring? Has King James continued his endeavors to hunt us, the Separatists down? I conjecture that his efforts have been turbulent and that he will stop. If you hear any rumors, please write me back.
 
                                                                                                                                    Yours,
                                                                                                                                              Marco Goyle

Night of Secrecy

Night of Secrecy

           

It’s being days now that I’ve noticed James looking deeply into my eyes, what is this about? Should I ask him?

            “Is there something you might want to ask me? Is something wrong? I’ve noticed a bit of secrecy from you, James,” I asked gingerly. I can derive from his behavior that he is up to something…

            “No sir. There is currently nothing wrong,” he answered boldly and at the same time placed a silver tray clad by a white mantelpiece protecting it from abrasion.

            “I will be at my chamber, goodnight James,” In a cursory manner I stood up from the dining table and made my way back to my chamber.

            As I entered the long and extensive chamber I took a quick inventory of my possessions, I will not succumb to think that James is not up to something, I can frankly surmise that someone has been using my lantern. In need for some fresh air, I once again left my chamber; James was nowhere to be seen. I went out to the balcony and examined my plants, they were all dehydrated and faltering, I guess James has not been doing his work… a drop of rain and the flash of lighting electrified the night, it’s time to sleep.

            Making my way back again to my chamber, my curiousness reached its climax, I stopped walking and walked on to James’s room, it was closed and the door was tight shut and locked. My endeavor to try and hear a single sound or noise coming from his room was successful, I could hear him talking, not talking but more like mumbling words I could not make out. I heard footsteps and scurried back on the way to my chamber- “Sir, is there anything you need?” He said to me. He knew I was trying to eavesdrop, this corroborates that he was there for saying something he did not want for me to hear or be a part of. I did not answer.

            As soon as he went back into his room, I went back into mine and quickly simulated sleep. A few hours into the turbulent night I heard him walking, his steps drew in closer and closer as time went by.  I fell into deep sleep where I dreamed, a gruesome dream which ended when a faint ray of light hit my eye, what is this about?

            It was all seconds from been explained, it all happened in a blink. It was my lantern the one that shined upon me, the one that revealed the grimace upon a man’s face I thought I knew, James… the last face I ever saw.