Crash! The Mayflower rocked back and forth on a stormy night. About 102 passengers were worried sick if they were going to make it out alive. Dozens of people died each day, and nobody knew who would be next. They were all cramped up below the deck, and most children were extremely impatient. “Mommy, when will we reach land?” asked the little girl. The mother responded, “ Why, I don’t know, sweetie. I’m partly curious myself. But we just have to wait and see.” They waited for two months straight, and still, nothing has come up. Then, that all changed.

It was November 7, 1620, when only 69 of the pilgrims were left.  Some still sick, some died, but they threw the dead bodies into the ocean to avoid the smell. Two days passed by and it was November 9, 1620, and the wait was finally over. “Land ho!” said one of the passengers. Nobody could believe it. Everybody was jumping for joy and cheering about their accomplishment. Although the Pilgrims had originally intended to settle near the Hudson River in New York, dangerous shoals and poor winds forced the ship to seek shelter at Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Although the Pilgrims thought they were in New York, hitting land was just enough for them.

Even though the Pilgrims thought they were alone, they had some company or should say, they were the company. They accompanied the Native Americans. The Natives traveled and lived in tribes, something the Pilgrims was lowborn about. Thinking that the Natives would have trouble with the Pilgrims, they understood that they needed to learn how to farm and to sustain and stay alive. They taught the Pilgrims how to grow corn, hunt, and such. And they even had a big meal together. They were all thankful for the food, and the Pilgrims were especially grateful that they found the Natives to help them earn that meal. They all had a wonderful time at the big feast. That feast is what lead to our holiday, Thanksgiving. Eat big, and Happy Thanksgiving!