It was 1960. Gilbert had his head rested on the icy cold window of his plane. His ruby red eyes scanned the Atlantic waters wishing to land in his home country of Germany. His little brother was waiting for him and he couldn't wait to see him. A slight smile went across his face as he continued to think about his little brother. He glanced at the female next to him. She had fair skin and dark brown locks of hair that curled at the ended. Her face was well rounded and her glasses seem to fit her profile perfectly. Gilbert lifted his head up and tried to talk to the young lady.
"Allo." He said in the nicest tone he could muster up. The young lady looked at him and furrowed her brows. "What did you say?" She asked in a cold tone. Her accent was thick telling Gilbert that she's not very friendly. "I said hello ma'am." He said stressing every syllable in his sentence to sound as American as possible.
The woman turned her head. She muttered something unpleasant as Gilbert laid his head against the window once more looking at the water below him.
A sudden bump was felt and Gil immediately sat up and looked at one of the passengers stand with a gun in firmly in place. Another bump was felt and the plane started to go for a nose dive. Everyone was panicking and Gilbert held onto his chair for his life. The plane crashed into the ice cold waters of the Atlantic.
Gilbert opens his eyes and quickly looked around. He was underwater… running out of air. He wasn't going to let his little brother down. Not this time… He clutched his iron cross that was floating away and started to swim up. He could feel the air in his lungs starting to burn up. He was so close to the surface...just a little longer...and then he let out a loud gasp before coughing and looking around the large ring of fire that surrounded the crash site. He noticed the male that happened to escape and started to swim towards this man to give him a piece of his mind.
As he followed the man to the lighthouse he looked at the large lighthouse and arched a brow as the large doors opened with a loud creak. Gil's attention was shifted to the now wide open doors. He desperately climbed up the light house's stairs as the large doors closed. He finally reached the closed doors with a shiver traveling down his spine. The cold winds picked up as he pulled open the heavy door to get into this odd lighthouse. He stood there in the lit room shivering as he ignored all the propaganda. He saw the flight of stairs thinking it would lead to some sort of heater or something warm. Instead he found a bobbing bathysphere in the center of the room. He raised a brow and waited for the sphere to stop bobbing curious to where this bathysphere was going to take him. It was only a moment for the sphere to stop bobbing and open its door. Gilbert slowly went into the sphere and pulled the lever that was in the middle.
The door started to close and the sphere began to slowly go down into the icy cold waters of the Atlantic… 10 fathoms… 40 fathoms… When was this thing going to stop? 70 fathoms… that was the last number Gil really paid any mind to before sitting down. "Stupid kid...Crashing the fucking plane…" Gilbert mumbled as the bathysphere continued its way down. He let out a sigh and looked at the iron cross he managed to save and smiled. "Don't vorry little bruder… I promise I'll come home soon." He said as he glanced up at the window of the bathysphere.
A sudden screen came out of no where once the sphere left the shaft of numbers. "I am Andrew Ryan and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?" The recording said catching Gilbert's attention
"'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.' 'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.' 'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.'" The recording continued which still had Gil's attention fixated on the screen. "I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture…" The recording said as the screen revealed a city of lights and sea life. "Oh mein gott… Its Manhattan but… 10 times more awesome!" He exclaimed as the view of the city started fade. Gil backed away from the door as the bathysphere came close to the large rings reading "Welcome to Rapture" In a neon blue color. Gil reminded standing as the sphere started to go up in this new shaft. He patiently wait to see this marvelous city. It looked amazing from the outside...but to his surprise when he surfaced it was way, way worse than he expected. "Vell, Scheiße…" he said as he awaited for the sphere's door to open so he can explore this wet wonderland. "I wonder vhat 'appened 'ere." he said as the door finally opened.
Just as he was about to step out of the sphere the short wave radio that played the recordings spoke with a very flamboyant but upset tone. "Hey! What are you doing here? There was supposed to be only one kid not one kid one elder." The voice said annoyed. "HEY! I'm not old! I'm my twenties! That's rude!" he said not caring if he sounded American or not.
"Oh...my mistake… Allow me to introduce myself, I am Miles Jones. I'll be your guide through this hell hole. Now, tell me… What is your name and how did you get here?" Miles said as Gilbert let out an angered sigh. "Mein name is Gilbert Beilschmidt. My plane crashed into zhe sea and I just got lucky. I also followed zhe who caused the plane crash." Gil said as Miles listened. "Hm, I see you're not the typical American Joe here Mr. Beilschmidt." Miles said as Gilbert finally realized that his German tongue was mixing with his English. "So? Vhat does it matter to jou? It not like I'm a Nazi." He said as Miles chuckles softly.
"Ah, I'm terribly sorry if I come off as if I dislike you, I'm just surprised." Miles said as Gilbert took the radio with him. "I'm guessing jou are going to help me then." Gil said as he stuck the radio in his pocket. "Hm, I guess I will help. I know this hell hole like the back of my hand." Miles said as Gil started to explore.