Winds capture the smell of the ocean spreading it along the shoreline. Where a ship has docked as many have docked before. There departing are many strange faces anew on the soil of America. There standing there in tattered suits is a Italian descendant. He wears a face of a strong man, and eyes of care. He walks away from the ship with a determination to create a new life for him. He notices a soap box stationed next to a  coil of rope. He picks it up as he places it down among the passing citizens.

"Today, is the beginning of a new life for many people. They have starved, scraped money from distance lands, endured the hardship of the trip across thousands of miles; and have finally made it here with hope and endurance. We are here to one day strive to make our cities great in the prospect of leaving a foundation for our children, and our children's children's to grow and live on. I have received word to my new acquaintances that there has been a war that has stretched for days here. With this spilling of blood, what has been gained? Are the lowly associates such as myself safe out here as we walk humbly behind our crew leaders? These are my thoughts as a new citizen of the United States, and I hope that my life will not be put at risk due to ill fated words between two heads of families. For I simply want to pave a road for my future generations."

Michael hops off the soap box and heads over to the citizenry office, disappearing into the abyss of patrons seeking a new life.