It's been a while since he saw land, the boattrip was taking forever.
He could of chosen to travel first class, but he was traveling below deck.
If he would just of asked his uncle...

NO.

This is something he wanted to on his own, not to prove anything to his uncle, but to himself.

His uncle had been there for him all of Stewie's life, his parents had been killed in a car accident when he was only a little boy.
At that point, his uncle took the responsibility of raising him.
It's not that he hadn't done a good job, he loved his uncle to the death, but it was time for Stewie to get on his own two feet.

That's when he decided to leave the safety of his home and head for the promised land, the United States of America.

"Finally," Stewie said, "I'm here. Let's get the bull by its horns."

Stewie immediately began the search for a job.
But where to begin?

As he was walking down a street looking at shopwindows for work, he noticed a shady man standing in a corner.
He kept his distance, he didn't want to get in any trouble, but something made him stay and look at the shady character.
Something was up, Stewie could feel it in his gut.

Twenty minutes had past as Stewie was preparing to get away from his lookout point, maybe he was wrong.
He was just standing up when he heard a shot, and then another one.
Was he shot?
Patting himself down he realised he wasn't, it was the shady man he was looking at for the past twenty minutes waiting for something to happen.

He hid behing the tree he was standing next, anxiounsly looking around to see if he could find the shooter.
Stewie didn't see anyone around.

Heading to the corner where the shady man was standing earlier, he saw there were two bodies lying there.
Could if of been the shooter?
It appeared so.

Having a quick glance around, he knew that only the shady man, the shooter and himself were there.
No one else.
This was his chance.

He took the guns laying next to the two bodies and searched them both, finding ammunition and some cash.
This was his luck.

He could hear sirens approaching from a not too far distance so he decided to get away as soon as possible.
Stewie was standing up when unexpectedly the shady man grabbed his pants... "Get protec.. find Nakam..." The shady man let go of Stewie as his life was fading away.

The sirens were getting closer so he had to make sure he'd run as fast and far as possible.
Getting out of breath, Stewie slowed down and went to sit on a bench.

"What the hell did I get myself into? What was I thinking?"

He took out the money he 'found' and counted it.

"Bloody blazes.. more than $4000. Who walks around with that amount of money?"

Counting the money, he noticed there was a little yellow card inbetween it.

'Nakamura. NXT.'
That was the only thing written on the yellow card.

"I'll find out who that is and I'll try and work for that man. I want to make a good buck myself."

Years past, he never noticed how quickly.
His mission to find Nakamura and get a well paying job had been a success.

After proving his worth, Stewie got accepted into the family.

He had found a new 'father', a Godfather.

"Thank you for taking me in."