Winter isnt coming

Winter has passed, we have survived, it was bad we had to start rationing food. We almost ran out at the end but we made it, we only lost a few but they will be missed. Connor, the Indian boy has learned the proper tongue. He is growing up fast and learning our culture as we learn of his at the same time. We look forward to expanding our colony and trying to strengthen our ties with our native neighbors. We believe that Connor will help with this as a interpreter and ambassador.

 

Snow Arrives

Winters here, its chilling embrace has befallen on our colony, much as like our new Indian friend, who we have called Connor. We decided to name him this because it was dales child's name. He was lucky we found him and our colony is open minded. Many of our fellow frontiersmen our not and would have left him to die a terrible death by starvation.

We are stuck in our home and must entertain ourselfs, we have started to play games with the child. He seems to like marbals seeing that is all we can really play.

Death and Changes

Today our gracious leader has passed away, we have for some reason promoted the dockman Lawrence Collier, he seems a capable and smart man. He has some radical new ideas for us as a colony. I fell that its a step forward in the right direction that we should be going, we must separate ourselfs from the savages both English and Indian. Lawrence has said we should be free to worship anything that we wish. I find some people will try to take advantage of these new freedoms given to us.

Our home is done, just in time for winters deathly arrival, food for now is not a issue for we can still fish before the bay freezes over. I now wait for the return of my faithful friend to return from trading.

Helping Hands

Success, my attempts to find someone to share in my labors has been fulfilled. In the form of a poor and unlucky man by the strange name simple as dale. He told me his poor tale of losing his family at see to dysentery, like many of the poor souls that have perished in the form of disease.

We are working hard on my home, well I should say our home, seeing the poor soul dale has no where to go. I have taken pity on this man, his life has been destroyed but he has come to the right place. A place a new beginnings. I believe he has noble qualities about him and will turn his depressing life around for the better.

Arrival

Well we made it, after that terrible trip across that horrible body of water. I arrived at Ryckerts Isle, I had to find my plot and start building my new home. Its hard work but it needs to be done before winter, I will have to look for help.