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| New beginning in the motor city. | Started by: Harold on May 18, '17 14:33 |
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The day was May 18th, the boat which comes to the old country and to americas finally arrived. I hastily rushed down to the docks, through the pouring rain, past the coughing old hags and rabid Street dogs, i approached the ships Captain. "Good day sir. I have been told that in the event of my fathers death i am to hurry to the Americas straight away." The captain looked me up and down, hesitation gleaming in his eyes. "Who was your father boy?" He says with a strong thick Italian accent. I twiddle my fingers and whispers in his ear "John-Dillinger" The captains face went ghost white, he even dropped his cup of morning coffee. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me onto the boat. "Sir. I wish not to be treated any different to these fine people, i will work my way to the land of freedom. I shall do odd jobs around the ship and not sit around waiting." And i did just that work. Every damn day of every damn hour. Scrubbing, mopping, even fishing, i did just about every job imaginable onboard a ship. The ride was Terrible, waves crash up against the ship beating away at the hardwood. We passed through a storm on our course, lost a few good men. There was even a family who weren't able to make it... The ride was finally over. We docked in Detroit, as soon as i stepping off the boat the sun blasted me, it felt so warm and energising, then a well dressed man walked up to me vigorously shaking my hand. "Coltrane i presume? Good to finally meet you sir. My father told me much about you and your... Company..." |
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