May 1610, John Rolfe is an English farmer that crosses the Atlantic in months, today it takes hours.

Six benches were left empty in every ship that evening when we pulled away from death. and this new grief we bore with us to sea: our precious lives we had, but not our friends. no ship made sail next day until some shipmate had raised a cry, three times, for each poor ghost unfleshed by the cicones on that field.