Monday Dec 31
I arrived in Plymouth in good spirits anxiously awaiting to see the wounders of the new world. On arrival, I met an odd fellow by the name of iambobthepirate, a troubled rabble rousser of sorts, seems he’d be more happy on a boat , and by the look at his homestead it’s easy to see why.
He asked that I take part in a town hall meeting however the good folk of boston have neither the time or inclination. Politics, it seems is secondary to building new towns and setttlements, as it should be I guess in the formative stages.
The big hoopla was over fears of natives imposing a treaty of sorts on the good folks of boston. As it turns out it wasn’t natives after all, just Jwhitehorn up to his old tricks. Quite a trivial matter really.
Next week I will start to venture out in the country side to see what fine settlements are being built, maybe I’ll be so fortunate to stumble on real natives.