English letter

Hey alle, er der mange fejl, og vil I ikke lige hurtigt tjekke det? På forhånd mange tak!:-)

Tasmania 18th July 1778

To my beloved wife,
I’m finally sitting in the Tasmania settlement, after an exhausting travel, from my dearly loved home in London. I have never in my entire life missed you’re my dear and our home, as much as now. However I have been lucky, but I’ve seen things I never will forget and hope I will return to England alive. But I’d better tell you, which things I’ve gone to in this travel. As you know I was on the first fleet, at the fleet we started been me and 2 other officers, and 15 Convicts. But on such travel, you lose many. People kill themselves, jumping overboard, and the worth things of all, they eat each other, a sight I’ll never forget. But without enough food for all, can all thoughts wander you. And I learned that you must be egotistical and think about your own life, before others.
But no one has had it effortless. When we came to the bay of Australia, they weren’t happy to see us, contrary. The first I saw was an arrow, just above my right ear. I sprang in the ocean, like all the others, trying to take control, but of course I was terrified too. But then I heard a terribly noise, a scream, an aboriginal was shut by one of our men. He was dead. Sadly, but so is it.

The way over to the settle wasn’t lovely ether. See people get shut one after one, hear their high screams, screams you just know are a scream for living, isn’t something you want to hear. Or I will not.
I can feel that we not are welcome here, it’s like I just can hear the aboriginals whisper in my ear “You don’t belong here. Go home right now, to your real home.” Those words are running around in my head every minute.
It's as if they observe everything I do, like they read what I wrote in this letter, to you.
Here in the Settle, there is a negative mood. You don’t have free time at all.
The worst criminals are here, and you’ll never know what they can do, you don’t know which of them, who have a gone, knife, or anything like that. They can find anything, there are no limits.
The only I trust is the other officers, especially Mr. Hoolder, you know him from London. We keep each other up.
I miss you my dear, and every time I think of you, I traps a tear, while the melody ………… plays.
I hope I’ll come home soon, from this land, you can imagine what it’s like, anomalous. 
Your lover permanently.
 

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