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Thomas's Day in the Southern Colonies Thomas stepped off the merchant ship onto the sandy harbor at Williamsburg, Virginia. The salty sea breeze hit his face as seagulls cried overhead. This was nothing like his home in England. Everything felt new and wild. "Welcome to the colony!" called out Mr. Harrison, a local planter. "Come see how we live here." Thomas followed him down a dusty path lined with oak trees. The warm sun beat down on his shoulders, and sweat dripped down his neck. The air smelled thick and humid, so different from the cool English fog he knew. Soon they reached a large plantation—a huge farm that stretched across the land. Thomas could see fields of tobacco plants stretching to the horizon. Workers moved between the rows, their voices carrying across the fields. Some were indentured servants, Mr. Harrison explained. Others were enslaved people forced to work without freedom or pay. Thomas felt uncomfortable hearing this, but Mr. Harrison spoke of it as normal. "We send our tobacco to merchants in England," Mr. Harrison said proudly. "It's our most valuable export. We trade it for goods we need." Inside the plantation house, Thomas's stomach rumbled. Mrs. Harrison offered him cornbread and fresh peaches. The warm bread felt soft in his hands, and the sweet peach juice dripped down his chin. He had never tasted anything so delicious. After lunch, Mr. Harrison took Thomas to the settlement. It was small but busy. A blacksmith's hammer clanged loudly against metal. The smell of wood smoke and iron filled the air. Thomas watched settlers building a new house—hammering nails and sawing boards. "Our governor makes the laws for the colony," Mr. Harrison explained. "We also have representatives who help decide what's best for our people." Near the center of the settlement stood a church made of brick. Mr. Harrison said many colonists gathered there on Sundays to worship. Inside, the cool air felt refreshing after the heat outside. Wooden benches lined the floor, and light streamed through the windows. As the sun began to set, painting the sky orange and pink, Thomas walked back to the harbor. His clothes stuck to his skin from sweat and humidity. His feet ached from walking, but his mind was full of questions. "Will you stay?" asked Mr. Harrison. Thomas looked at the vast frontier stretching beyond the settlement—wild and full of possibility. The colonies were hard and sometimes unfair, but they were also full of opportunity for some people. "I think I must return to England," Thomas said. "But I will never forget what I've seen here." As he sailed away, Thomas watched Virginia disappear into the distance. He knew the southern colonies would change everything—for better and worse.