The journey across the ocean was horrifying. The boat was filled of sickness. My friend kept getting seasick. There was a lack of food. Contently we went days without a decent meal. There was partially no privacy and the living quarters were so small the sickness of others speared quickly. I sent my nights in a cold cramp bunk under the deck. On the stormy nights the fresh air was little. The air smelled of vomit and sickness. The food was just as unbearable as the living conditions. If I never had to eat another biscuit it would be too soon. Sadly, the illness speared rapidly killing a vast majority of the other aboard the ships.