Rough Trip

Day 9, Location: Atlantic Ocean

Today I’m working with the sailors of the mayflower trying to find the New World. We haven’t found anything yet, and each day someone is dying either from diseases, dehydration, or hunger. It’s imperative that we find the New World because we need food and clean water to survive. I have to say that I’m nervous and scared about if I will ever die on the boat, I really want to reach the New World.

            Columbus is a great man, he’s a man of short words, he is grumpy and he only talks if it’s to yell at us, or to ask us if we have seen land. If we tell him no, we didn’t find any land, he will have an angry disposition and he will yell at you. I think that Columbus tricked us to go on this trip because he said we were going to be Kings and Queens, we would be rich and wealthy, but it’s been 9 days and we’re in the middle of the Atlantic. I don’t have any diseases, but I’m really thirsty and hungry, I want to reach the New World. Columbus’s guile was horrible, he tricked us to go on this trip, I have a little hope but I hope we rich the New World soon.

            Overall I think we’re doing okay, I hope that no one else dies and we find the new world soo n. I don’t think we can stay here any longer; people are having home sickness, diseases, and dying of hunger. We are struggling to survive, but I’m not sure if I’ll make it until tomorrow. I want to eat but we are almost out of food and I have to leave some for the other sailors. All of this was spontaneous, Columbus told us that we would reach the New World and we would all be okay, but we are dying, I think that Columbus is a foolish liar, but I still believe a little bit that the New World exist. Either if it exists or it doesn’t, I want to reach land as soon as possible.

Just an Eye

I’m taking care of a old man who has an evil, hunting blue eye that bothers me, since I work for him. I’ve gone to his room at midnight for the past 7 days to see if he evil hunting eye was open or if he was asleep.  Every night I open the door gingerly to see if he was awake. Today, the eighth day I step in the room again and I see that the old man had his eyes open and he was awake. “Who’s there?” the old man cried, and he said it once more with a grimace expression on his face. I stayed still without moving a single muscle. I was scared, I felt nervous, my mouth dehydrated and my throat started to itch. I check my inventory, its all there to help me kill the old man.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I ran to the old man grabbed the mattress in a cursory manner, and I clad him with his bed really hard against him, he made some screaming noises, but after a while he was dead. I went to a room, chamber under the old man’s house to hide the body somewhere around. I grabbed a lantern and I electrified it with some cables to see the room better because it was pitch black. Looking at the old man’s corpse made me feel gruesome.  I tear 3 planks from the floor and I place the old man carefully on the floor. There is no blood, or any proof that the old man is done, I did this very precisely, and police couldn’t corroborate that the old man was dead.

I climbed up the stairs and sat on the living room and then the doorbell rang. I opened the door and two cops showed up. I knew that the neighbors had called them. I take them to the chamber as I showed them all around the house and I give them two chairs so they can sit down and I pull up a chair for me in the exact same place as I hid the body. I told them the old man was out of the country and then they went to the other room to talk about what had happened. The police couldn’t surmise the murder because there was no evidence. I could swear I heard them simulating what I had said but in a childish manner. I endeavored to try to not feel guilty, but I couldn’t take it. I succumbed to my feeling and I blurted out to the cops everything that had happened. I derived great satisfaction after I told them. The spot in the floor where the old man had an abrasion so the police found the body easly and they took me to jail. My life was over; I’m going to rot in jail. But at least the old eye won’t bother any more.