Letter from a Pilgrim by: Leo age: 9

I was assigned to write from a Pilgrim's perspective at the landing of the Mayflower in Plymouth. This is a letter from a man in Plymouth to his wife in England:

My dearest wife and children,

I'm most regretful I did not write sooner. How are things going about with you in
England? This ship we have sailed on held the occupants of well over 100. The Speedwell being not declared seaworthy, we were obliged to transfer all of its occupants to the Mayflower.I most sincerely regret to tell you that I am most deathly ill which is one of the reasons why I did not write sooner. All occupants have rested ashore since we have landed. These days have been hard ones. A good half of our crew is dead. We also have suffered many assaults of those wretched savages, one which we only won because the chief of the band happened to be fighting by a tree. A ball was shot, hit the tree he was by, and sent splinters flying up so near to his ear that he sent a cry up like a wounded dog and sent his troops on the run. I trust our Heavenly Father to sustain us through all and, as a word of encouragement, we met an Indian guide, One Tisquantum, and we have made peace with him and his neighboring tribe.

Sicerely,
Your most faithful husband and father.