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Year 1756 AD, Early Fall
5 long months.
That was how long it had been since Collin Williams had arrived with his family, which consisted of his mother and father and young sister. Life on the ship had been rough as his sister had grown ill on the journey over and it almost seemed as though they might lose her, however she recovered to their relief. They had all been eager to start a new life, however none of them knew how tough it was actually going to be. The summer had been brutal and already a few of the others that arrived with them passed from disease or other causes. Back in England their lives had been hard as simple peasants with hardly a coin to their name. His father was a hardworking farmer who had struggled to put food on the table for his family while Collin was growing up. Throughout he had known nothing but hardship so when the opportunity to more to the New World came, he assumed they had nothing to lose and perhaps they might even be able to make a new, better life for themselves. As a 24 year old man, Collin was expected to have met and woman and be married, however it just had not happened yet. All of the women in England had an air about them that almost made Collin resent them in a way--none of them seemed to fancy him any way so it wasn't as though it mattered. He was rough around the edges and he knew that, but like his father he was a hard worker and he lived up to that each and every day.
Winter would soon be approaching and their small, meager town was already hard at work gathering supplies and food to prepare for the frigid cold. The few that had survived from the previous ship arrival told stories of a cold they had never experienced and of savages who had brutally killed some of their men while they had been out hunting. The stories of the savages were what fascinated Collin the most about the New World and he longed to see one--even if it was just for a moment. Growing up in England, Collin was sheltered in his way of life and he had never had the chance to go to school as he had to help his father of their farm. Collin had always been curious about anything new to him and it was a trait he never grew out of.
However to Collin's dismay and frustration, instead of exploring the land he was forced to be out chopping wood to use for firewood when winter struck. As an adult ready to start his own life Collin was restless, but he would make sure his family was taken care of before he partook in any pleasantries as an independent. Loud foot stomps echoed through the trees as Collin walked through the foliage in search of the perfect tree for firewood. His axe laid lazily against his shoulder as he walked, reaching up to scratch at the stubble which sprouted from his face. It felt like he had been looking for hours, when in reality he hadn't been out for long. the footsteps came to an abrupt stop, Collin looking over the tree which stood in front of him. Well, this one seemed good enough. Without further hesitation Collin rolled his shoulders to warm them up, moving into position before he threw his first whack into the thick trunk, the noise echoing off the trees around him.
5 long months.
That was how long it had been since Collin Williams had arrived with his family, which consisted of his mother and father and young sister. Life on the ship had been rough as his sister had grown ill on the journey over and it almost seemed as though they might lose her, however she recovered to their relief. They had all been eager to start a new life, however none of them knew how tough it was actually going to be. The summer had been brutal and already a few of the others that arrived with them passed from disease or other causes. Back in England their lives had been hard as simple peasants with hardly a coin to their name. His father was a hardworking farmer who had struggled to put food on the table for his family while Collin was growing up. Throughout he had known nothing but hardship so when the opportunity to more to the New World came, he assumed they had nothing to lose and perhaps they might even be able to make a new, better life for themselves. As a 24 year old man, Collin was expected to have met and woman and be married, however it just had not happened yet. All of the women in England had an air about them that almost made Collin resent them in a way--none of them seemed to fancy him any way so it wasn't as though it mattered. He was rough around the edges and he knew that, but like his father he was a hard worker and he lived up to that each and every day.
Winter would soon be approaching and their small, meager town was already hard at work gathering supplies and food to prepare for the frigid cold. The few that had survived from the previous ship arrival told stories of a cold they had never experienced and of savages who had brutally killed some of their men while they had been out hunting. The stories of the savages were what fascinated Collin the most about the New World and he longed to see one--even if it was just for a moment. Growing up in England, Collin was sheltered in his way of life and he had never had the chance to go to school as he had to help his father of their farm. Collin had always been curious about anything new to him and it was a trait he never grew out of.
However to Collin's dismay and frustration, instead of exploring the land he was forced to be out chopping wood to use for firewood when winter struck. As an adult ready to start his own life Collin was restless, but he would make sure his family was taken care of before he partook in any pleasantries as an independent. Loud foot stomps echoed through the trees as Collin walked through the foliage in search of the perfect tree for firewood. His axe laid lazily against his shoulder as he walked, reaching up to scratch at the stubble which sprouted from his face. It felt like he had been looking for hours, when in reality he hadn't been out for long. the footsteps came to an abrupt stop, Collin looking over the tree which stood in front of him. Well, this one seemed good enough. Without further hesitation Collin rolled his shoulders to warm them up, moving into position before he threw his first whack into the thick trunk, the noise echoing off the trees around him.