Moira Sinclair<br/>6 Squire Street Ballyclare<br/>Ireland<br/><br/>Moira mo ghrá,<br/><br/>I'm writing to you to let you know I know about your letter, I went to the mail room too day to see if you had written. They told me a letter had been sent to the American lodgings I will be going to. When I came to Belfast looking for work,  I had no idea this place was... So big. There are pubs everywhere. Walk by some and they sing rowdy songs unfit for your ears. One I walked by a fellow got tossed out onto the street, and cursed at the big man who threw him out. It isn't like in Ballyclare, There is also a lot of temptation here, but I keep you near my heart in that locket you gave me.  The other sailors laugh when I tell them I'm going to live in Charelston. "Wait until the summer.  Then you'll see." I have no idea what they meant.  I think they meant it will be hot. I have also heard there is an Irish community there also, so we should feel right at home. To morrow we begin loading the ship, it will take 3 months so do not worri aboot me, do not expect to hear from me in that time. I hope this letter finds you well.  I cannot wait to read your letter.<br/><br/>Is mise, James Patrick<br/>