I've been on board The Boss for what seems like forever from now. Often times, I think about my children and my husband waiting for me, wondering if I'm OK. I sometimes wonder to myself if I will survive this journey or not. A tiny bird once came to our ship and told us that on some other ship, on man got scurvy and died. I don't know who send the message, but it was terrifying and interesting. I don't want to put my children through what I went through.
When I was very young, my father went away from my mother and I never saw him again. I was three at the time,and I would always ask about my father, but my mother never made a response. She would just say everything happens for a reason,( whatever that means.) Iv don't know if he is still alive or not.
Hoping, that we would pass checking our supplies and ship, we found out that our mass broke. Thankfully, we were able to find a tiny little island, and repair the ship. Once in a while, it comes to me, did I really want to take this journey? Did I really want to leave my friends and family, not knowing what will happen to them nor me? But then, there are reasons for wanting this journey. To have better money paying, so I can put more food on the table, and keep a roof over our heads. My children having a better education. There's not that much to learn about, but I always try my hardest.
I crew's mood is changing all the time. Sometimes they're in a great mood, next thing you know, they're holding up against a wall yelling in your face. Personally, my mood doesn't change that much, but sometimes I do get sick of my crew. But you know, it is what it is.
Often, I get really hungry. We have to keep our food in good supplie through out the whole journey. That means not a lot of people get anything at all.