To London.” Dickie said as he hugged Sal. They waved back to Willie and Mary as the departed Thornhills Point. The house was large, but it sat on top of a patch of beaten ground. Surrounding it was weeds and a few rows of vegetation that had dried out and become lifeless.
They turned their heads back to the river. Tears ran down Sal’s face she had realised she was leaving the place where her children had grown up.
Off the Sydney Wharf, they aboard Alexander that was going to transport them back to London. As the boat sailed away Sal sighted big white screeching birds from the trees by the shore, those exact birds that greeted Sal on her arrival to Sydney cove. Dickie and Sal sat stiff as a bit of wood crammed on the cargo boat squished between enclosed boxes.
Storm brewed on the cold horizon, the noon darkness and damp air threatened to render them helpless as the boat was engulfed in the salty sea. The passengers desperately scooped buckets of water out of the boat. Nights seem to never end, and by morning they were left sitting tirelessly in drenched clothes that reeked of foul-smelling sweat. The sun rose and before they knew it they has reached the shores of London. By the shore there were screeching white birds that greeted them once …show more content…
The atmosphere was filled with an ominous brittle silence. Londoner’s vacantly glared at the Dickie and Sal as if they were outsiders. Their sunburnt skin and colonial ways was incomparable to the contemporary London