My mother had come to New Netherlands long before I was born. She had come here as a indentured servant and after her indenture, she met my father. My mother originally supported the Dutch church but when she married my father (who was Quaker) she converted. My father came here because he was trying to escape the persecution of Quakers. My father Arthur was a captain taking people to the New World, sadly his ship sank. My father became a captain when he was very young, he was about seventeen. He met my mother when he was twenty and died when he was 34. I was born in New Netherlands and I like being in it although I have no comparison because I have never been out of New Netherlands and that is part of why I wish to be a sailor because i want to explore the lands that have not been discovered, and I love the fresh sea air. Since I was 4, I had always loved the sea and animals. Since my father died, it makes me even more determined to be a sailor, and hopefully I become one.
Desmond woke to the sound of his mom screaming at the top of her lungs. I guess it’s Waylan throwing a fit Desmond thought. Waylan was his four year old brother. Waylan was a true comedian and annoying at times. Desmond could never sleep either because of Waylan or his baby brother Oscar who was starting to learn how to open doors and his favorite technique of waking him up is to scratch his face and mouth. He is quite rough but despite the roughness he is quite cute and definitely funny. Desmond came down the stairs in a crabby state with dunes under his eyes. He slowly wobbled down the stairs and smelled the soft smooth smell of crepes. It was Saturday and every Saturday his mom made a delicious batch of crepes. Desmond was now sitting down on the bench that they used for sitting while eating (even though he had chairs in his house his family just used two wooden benches that his dad made). Desmond devoured his food like an Adomadoblke monster.