segunda-feira, 25 de março de 2013

A Letter to My Friend (A Sailor's Letter)


Dear Spencer,
I am still on this dumb ship.  Why did I ever get on the ship?  The name of the ship is Ocean Eagle.  Remember Scott?  Of course you do.  He was flogged 2 days ago (Day 55).  I slapped the Captain for it.  We started fighting.  He tried to kill me, but I pushed him off the ship.  Pedro is the new Captain.  Now we are feasting on bread, cooked salmon, and stale water.  I threw some over the ship, to pretend like you ate it.  I wish I could be with you right now.  But anyway, I came down with scurvy 2 weeks ago (Day 41).  It was horrible!  It really stinks on this ship.  It kind of smells like fish, mixed with rotting wood.  Jack, a fellow sailor, also has scurvy.  I'm getting over it, and so is he.

From,
Eric

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  1. Dear Eric,
    How dreadfully sorry I am for letting you get on that ship. I knew I had done something wrong. Now who is the "he" you are referring to in the letter you gave me? Also, isn't Pedro your friend? How did you get scurvy my dear friend, and no one else did? And how are you surviving with no food, and with scurvy? Tell me when you arrive here in Long Island. Good luck Eric! And let me tell you one more thing; you're going to need that luck!
    From your dear friend,
    Spencer

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