It is 3:29am January 14th 1614. I
am alone, lost from my pack with winter breathing down my neck. It is -11
degrees and I am cold at less one dog stayed be hided with me, his name is
Cooper. I make fire to warm use up. The fire would keep us warm. My deer skin
dress would not help me now. The fire would show a signal that we were there,
but there was not much to do until winter eats us. We hear a sound, I grab a
stick ready to throw at any moment. It was my pack they had come back for me
and Cooper. Then we leave, not putting out the fire!
It is
4:57am. I am just getting to sleep. Cooper starts barking, I get up and smell
smoke. I get out of my hut and see a fire in the distant. I alert the pack and
we sail to a new land called Nantucket.
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