The steamboat that has arrived is huge. They can hold so many peoples it is amazing. But it is also hard to get on. People shove and push around to get in front, to be the first on the boat. Ronan still hasn't showed up, i have been at the port for two hours now he must hurry or we not be able to get on. Wait! I see him. just over the there next to the building. He is carrying something behind him. How weird of him that is. The boat is getting packed...quickly.
Hm...giving Ronan a good hard look, he seems different. he has cut his hair and is wearing a nice suit. Me, i am only wearing a green dress with a white bow around my waist. Look at him a clean shaven man that i have grown up with all my life and now we are traveling to America together, can anything be better?
Three days have now gone on this pearly blue sea. The clouds seem to be getting gray and winds are picking up. There will be a storm in less then one hour. I have been out to sea before...but only on a dingy, a small little thing it was. Storms will creep up and you will wish that you never went out to sea that day. I must tell Ronan that we need to get below deck before the storm hits...or we may be dead.
The violent winds have made the ship feel like it has rolled over three times, yet it has not. the water...it slowly flows in like the night. The darkness has left and the morning has now shown. We have lost five people in the tempest last night...i will pray for them.
Today is the day that we arrive in America. Ronan has brought out what he had behind him before we left Ireland. I can only dream of what it is. He brings flowers...and a small box covered with silk, in it he says is something for when we reach the streets and find a place to stay.
America here we come...and with delight we want to stay.
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