A/N: Hello everyone! This is Eliza Humphries. I've ventured out of Black Butler, and after a three-year hiatus, I've become more mature regardless of the fact I'm writing fanfiction on an old cartoon. That being said, let's get on with it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Liberty Kids. The only things I own are my OCs!
The ship pulled into the harbor and a young boy scampered down from the ropes, running off towards a cabin in the lower level. "Marie! Fjord! We're here! We're in New York Harbor!" The Maasi boy opened the door and jumped onto the cot where a young woman was sleeping. Marie Walters groaned and slowly sat up. "Oh, come on, Bahai. Five more minutes?"
The boy sitting at the desk chuckled and stood, taking off his tricorn hat and running a hand through his messy red hair.
"C'mon, 'Rie," Fjord Morgan said with a grin, watching as the brunette slowly pulled herself out of bed. "We're in America now. We'll go find Mr. Mulligan and learn the trade." Marie simply nodded, yawned, and pulled on her coat. As they packed their bags and headed towards shore, the captain stopped them in their tracks. "I'm very sorry. It appears our ship hasn't been cleared like we expected. We'll have to dock in Pennsylvania instead."
Fjord made a face. "But we came all this way! Does that mean we'll have to find our own way to New York?" The children talked amongst themselves as they headed back to their cabin. Fortunately, the captain gave them another cot.
"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens," Bahai thought to himself as he slowly fell asleep.
A/N: Just for the record, Marie is 14, Fjord is 15, and Bahai is 13. Marie is Welsh and Fjord is Irish, while Bahai is a freed Maasai slave. All of them are immigrants from Ireland.