Personal Narrative: A Letter To Achilles Ratonhaketon

I, Ratonhaketon, son of Chieftain Kanensoto, am alive and still enjoying good health and hoping that this may find you all the same. I cannot recall how long it has been since I have seen you all and not a single day has gone by that I have not missed and wondered how you are all doing. I wish I could return home and see you all again, but I cannot as I found a new home and family in this land. Instead, I am embracing this opportunity of addressing you in what the pale ones call a letter as I am so eager to let you know of the many things I have learned in this strange, new world since my departure all those years ago. The only proper way to discuss my journey with you is to start from the very beginning, when I left home.
During our long crossing of the great salt sea, I befriended a man named Achilles Davenport. I learned through him some of his language and to help me communicate and assimilate better
Everyday, I learned more and more about these Europeans. Because the weather here is colder than at home, the Europeans are always wearing clothes. These clothes come in a great assortment of colors, some I did not even know existed. They also eat strange foods not native to our lands, which taste better than anything I have eaten. They use small tools to eat with as well and also drink a bitter red drink that can make your head spin. In my many interaction with Achilles friends. I learned that valor in battle does not determine reputation in this land. Instead, it depends more on a commodity called money and who you are born to. Those born to their king or so called nobles have more money, prestige, respect, and reputation than those who are not. I also learned that the men of this land only marry a single women as marrying multiple women is forbidden by their religion. I thought this was a very strange custom since it is normal for the men of our tribe