Here's what's gonna happen, you're going to follow my rules or you need to leave
120 pilgrim sepratists had come on the boat. We left because we wanted to practice religion freely. Sadly over half of them died of scurvy and other sicknesses.
The winter was very harsh, we had barely any food, over half of the surviving people from the boat, died. Luckily my mother and I survived. We met Native Americans that taught us how to grow crops, hunt, and build.
We became good friends with the Native Americans that taught us everything we needed to know.
In happiness of being able to express our religious beliefs on our own, we had a great feast with the Native Americans, to be known as the first Thanksgiving.
And from then on, the small town would grow to a whole country, before they even knew. Becoming, America.