He slid his hat further down his face as he slunk down the ledge, closer to the door. He stepped lightly, wincing as his heel clicked. If he made too much noise they would investigate. And when the crew discovered he lacked a pass, he'd be gone. He cracked the door open and slipped inside. The room, as he'd hoped, was full of large boxes, all cargo being delivered. He snuck around, finally settling behind a taller stack. He sat down, not realizing how cold and tired he was until the weight came off his feel. Icy water dripped from his hair and rolled down his back. If he had stayed, he would be warm and dry, eating sweetbreads until his ageing mother scolded him. But he couldn't give up then. If he wanted the best life for them all, he would have to work through
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They Were soon to dock, it seemed. His palms became sticky with sweat. If he messed up now, it was over. He went back near the passengers deck. Dodging around halls, he then walked onto the deck where passengers had already began to shuffle off. One guard glared at him and walked toward him.
“What were ye doing back there, eh? Not a stowaway are ye?”
He shook his head, his eyes wide. He started blabbering in his native tongue until the crew member seemed irritated enough. The man finally rolled his eyes and waved him off. He grinned as he joined the other passengers. His plan had been successful.
When they were were all off, he found himself in a large building. There were people, more even than had been on the boat. He wondered if they were all like him. Coming to America to be safe. He had been told what it was like, yes, but it still didn't seem real until he saw it with his own eyes. He clutched his hat tighter. Her could do this. He may not have been old, but he was an adult. The man of the family. He couldn't give up now. He walked through the crowds of people, all of them just as wide eyed as he was sure he was. Every person he walked by looked so
They Were soon to dock, it seemed. His palms became sticky with sweat. If he messed up now, it was over. He went back near the passengers deck. Dodging around halls, he then walked onto the deck where passengers had already began to shuffle off. One guard glared at him and walked toward him.
“What were ye doing back there, eh? Not a stowaway are ye?”
He shook his head, his eyes wide. He started blabbering in his native tongue until the crew member seemed irritated enough. The man finally rolled his eyes and waved him off. He grinned as he joined the other passengers. His plan had been successful.
When they were were all off, he found himself in a large building. There were people, more even than had been on the boat. He wondered if they were all like him. Coming to America to be safe. He had been told what it was like, yes, but it still didn't seem real until he saw it with his own eyes. He clutched his hat tighter. Her could do this. He may not have been old, but he was an adult. The man of the family. He couldn't give up now. He walked through the crowds of people, all of them just as wide eyed as he was sure he was. Every person he walked by looked so