When Robert Ellis spotted a smudge of land on the horizon, his heart must have skipped a beat. It was July 1587, and finally the ship he was on had arrived: America! Back home in England, most people had only heard tales of this faraway land.
The treacherous journey across the Atlantic Ocean had lasted more than two miserable months. Rats scurried underfoot, nipping at people’s toes. Human waste sloshed around the bottom of the boat. If you dunked into the ocean to bathe, you risked being bitten by a shark. (It had happened before.)
But when 10-year-old Robert stepped ashore that warm day in 1587, memories of the nightmarish trip must have quickly melted away. Stretched before him was a place of astonishing beauty. Golden beaches sloped into glittering water. Thick forests hummed with frogs. This was Roanoke, a tiny island off the coast of what is now North Carolina.
Robert, his father, and about 115 other people had come on a mission: to start a colony, a little piece of England in America. They would build a village, farm the land, and gather treasures to send home: furs, spices, and maybe even gold. If all went as planned, the settlers might one day amass a kind of wealth they could have only dreamed of back in Britain.
Yet if Robert had known what the future actually had in store for the colonists, he might have jumped right back on the ship and sailed home.
Soon the colony would be abandoned. Robert would never return to England, never even get a letter back to the family and friends he had left there. He and the other settlers would vanish entirely from English records.
When Robert Ellis spotted land on the horizon, his heart must have skipped a beat. It was July 1587. Finally, the ship he was on had arrived: America! Back home in England, most people had only heard tales of this faraway land.
The journey across the Atlantic Ocean had lasted more than two miserable months. Rats scurried underfoot. They nipped at people’s toes. Human waste sloshed around the bottom of the boat. If you tried to bathe in the ocean, you might be bitten by a shark.
Robert was 10 years old. When he stepped ashore that warm day in 1587, memories of the nightmarish trip must have melted away. America was a place of astonishing beauty. Golden beaches sloped into glittering water. Thick forests hummed with frogs. This was Roanoke, a tiny island. It’s off the coast of what is now North Carolina.
Robert had traveled with his father and about 115 other people. They had come on a mission: to start a colony, a little piece of England in America. They planned to build a village, farm the land, and gather treasures to send home: furs, spices, and maybe even gold. If all went as planned, the settlers might one day become wealthy—in a way they could have only dreamed of back in Britain.
But if Robert had known what the future held for the colonists, he might have jumped back on the ship and sailed home.
Soon the colony would be abandoned. Robert would never return to England. He and the other settlers would vanish entirely from English records.