The sea was not gentle over these past few days, the trip its self took around six nights. Backs were aching, minds were dulled, and stomachs were emptied. To have to clean the ship would have been one of the worst jobs imaginable. The higher class didn't have much to worry about, they kept "it" mostly in a sink or toilet, but the lower class had left quite the mess. Those without sea legs and a good stomach hardly knew what it was like to keep a meal down the entire trip. To say the least, everyone was happy to be disembarking the ship and onto dry land.

The sky shined bright today, it was a nice welcome to America for those who were immigrants. A fresh new start for some or at least they hoped. You could see the joy in their eyes as they looked around, all except for one.

Her eye's matched the sea, an ever changing blue-green, with platinum blonde hair. She wore a simple blue dress that followed her curves, but didn't cling to them. She only wanted as much attention as she could afford and at that moment it was none. She had been brought here to be the wife of one of her father's comrades. They had moved here in search of expanding their "business", but left her father behind to take care of the one they had back home.

​Muriel knew this was no true business, unless you call a black market and drug dealing a legal business. She had always been her papa's numbers girl. She kept track of the money coming in and going out, where it went, who it went to, and if something was missing she knew what and typically where to look for it. Yet, today she was dreading having to work for her new work was going to be for her future husband. 

As she saw the car pull up, recognizing a few of the men, gunfire rang out. She ducked behind a nearby a freight box. What was going on? Why were people firing? She knew their line of work was a dangerous one, but so open and in the day? Who would be as brave as to do something like that?

After the shots stopped, Muriel slowly stood up and looked around. The men in the car were dead, her eyes quickly darted around. If they knew her father's men were going to be there, then they must know she was here. Were they here for her? Did they even know what she looked like? She had no weapon on her, she rarely carried one and this might be the moment she regretted not doing so.

That was when another car began to speed off. She tried to catch any clues or info she could on it, but then another shot went off. Muriel panicked, she felt all over herself to make sure the gunfire wasn't on her. With how much shock she was in it was best to check because she may have not noticed being hit yet. She was fine, but the car that was trying to get away was not. A fine southern looking girl walked up to the car and fire four more shots. Whoever attacked her ride were now dead and the lady who shot them was walking over to Muriel.

She seemed to be looking her up and down, double checking if she was right. Then nodding she let out a small laugh and smiled.

"You be miss Muriel?"

Nodding, a bit unsure as to what was all going on the lady then clapped her hands together with excitement.

"We could be doin' well with a girl like you 'round these parts! The name is Magnolia, but I got a lil' alias called Kaboom, if you can see why!" 

They smiled at each other as the girl motioned of her to follow.

"Sorry bout' your man, guess you'll be needin' a new one! Don't you be worrin' though. We'll get you squared away! Home is right around the bend!"

Muriel bit her lip and kept up with the pace. She wasn't sure what to expect in this new country, under a new boss, and workin' for with pretty southern gals like Magnolia, but she was up for the challenge. Things were far from being like home in Scotland and her accent quickly stuck out, but you always have to start somewhere and why not here? Why not now? Things were a bit rough at the start of her arrival, but she wasn't going to miss that man anyway. She wasn't in it for love, that was purely for her father. With her so far away, maybe she could make a path of her own, stray away from what her father's wishes were and follower her's. 

Muriel, your career here in Brooklyn will be what you make of it. I look forward to watching you carve your own niche here in the storied House of Batiatus and seeing where your new path leads you. As Dominus to the Factory Ludus, I aspire to see all my members reach great heights, to ascend that of a mortal and to one day become Gladiators. Until that day I leave you in the capable hands of Magnolia, or Kaboom as she is known as on these streets. Your trip across the seas must have left you weary. Go settle in and get rested. There's much work to be done.

And do not let your accent make you feel out of place.  Should anyone remark on your Scottish tongue, I shall see their own  removed.