Finally!

"Thirty seven days, but finally I arrive. America! The place where I will call home, as my old one has been overrun by ugly women and gigantic swordfish which wanted nothing but to murder me and my hundreds of children.", sometimes he mixed up reality with fiction, but being such a handsome man with perfectly chiseled looks, no one ever dared to tell him that he was mistaken on a few accounts. Besides, there wasn't enough time to explain as he quickly would tangent from one topic to another without respite; his vivid imagination constantly taking over and his beautifully sculpted body swaying as it happened -- mesmerizing anyone who dared to speak with him. One of those such men, a man who had helped him make his way over to the new world, sighed at Bachelor and asked him a question which he was sure would not be answered in a realistic way at all.

"Welcome, my friend. Why did it take you so long to make it?"

"Well, you see. The boat crashed along a shore of a land which I now have no proof of its existence, women draped over me..." They didn't and none of this happened, it was only three days since he set out for America, but he would not let things such as fact get in the way of a good story to tell to his new friends in the mafia "...they begged for me to stay, and for thirty days I did. I think your mind can figure out what happened for this merry month, but eventually I had to depart. Back on track for my new home."

The truth was much more bitter, the man who only referred to himself as Bachelor had watched his entire family murdered in Sicily and had to escape from the torture that would have befallen him. Yet he would never tell this tale, and none would ever ask him to do so out of fear that his sick muscles would be used to crush in their skull; that or they were being polite. Who could really tell?

"So what will you do now?"

"I have some work already, when they looked at my rippling torso and jacked physique a group out in Vegas quickly sent me a telegram begging for me to work with them. Who was I to say no?" Flexing as if instinctively rather than for any practical reason, he walked down the docks some more and reached a taxi which was waiting for him.

"It is time for my new life to begin, yes?"

"Yes."

Handing a red rose to a random woman standing off in the corner attempting to not show eye contact with the Herculean figure, he flashed her a grin before stepping into the Taxi. She did not look pleased, but she didn't hate it either, so that's something at least. This would be the beginning of something which would be... well, something. Who knows.

Might be fun?