The Captain has erected flag declaring this a colony of England. The weather is so hot, the sun is relentless. My skin is so red, my cheeks burn and my skin is falling off my arms and face. The clothes that we wore on the ship are so dirty, I only have one set of clothes until the other ships are unloaded. I am hoping that I will get some new ones or at least clean ones. Some prisoners have escaped, they do want to stay and starve. The men receive more food than we do as there jobs are more physical than ours.
There is talk that some of female prisoners will marry so they are no longer a prisoner. This seems like a good idea, more food, less work and be able to walk freely.
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