Ticket to Ride—Prologue
After four terrible, smelly weeks on the cramped ship—there were over 1,000 people coming to America on one boat—the now German-American was ecstatic to finally be on solid ground.
The first thing that caught the young blonde's eye was the towering Statue of Liberty before him. He had seen pictures of it, sure, but never before had any piece of architecture amazed him like Lady Liberty.
As the young man eyed the statue, he could only hope that one day he would be able to create masterpieces as marvelous as the one before him; that was, of course, the reason why he had come to the States. His family had run into some major political troubles, and the only way the immigrant could even dream of becoming a famous architect was to start anew in America. Having saved up the money for a ticket to the New World, he was sure his wishes were soon going to come true.
He wasn't, however, the only one with great dreams; the blue eyed man's cabin mate was an Austrian Jew who had boarded the ship in hopes of becoming a famous musician in America. Unlike his neighbor, the aspiring musician came from a rich family, and needed only to convince his family to let him come to America (though they were too cheap to pay for first—or even second—class tickets, and the brunette found himself in a third class cabin).
Sadly, the young dreamers had quite a ways to go until fulfilling their goals. Little did they know, jobs would be the least of their worries—life had much crazier plans for them.
Pulled away by the hoard, the German made his way into the Main Building to begin the immigration process. Merely an hour later, the young man found himself in front of a charming, cheery Italian who was jotting names down on a piece of paper.
"Hallo. My name ist Ludwig—"
To be continued
