A Whole New World
Prologue
Everything was falling into place. Plans were going just as they were supposed be going. This was now the critical part of the plan. From here on out it has to be perfect. There is not much room for mistakes. No more miscalculations or slip ups. It has to go just right in order to be successful...
'This is my chance to get out of this place and go somewhere where I can be free. No more scrounging for meals, no more begging for a place to stay, and no more mass sicknesses from our bad conditions,' thought the young girl as she lay quietly in her bed. She rolled over as she thought of the night, just like this one where she was lying on her back looking up at the stars, when the idea came to her. It was brilliant! Foolproof! Genius! It HAD to work. Ever since mom and dad were taken away from her because they caught the terrible disease of leprosy, she had been orphaned and although she had family all over the island, she couldn't quench the longing she had in her heart to get out to a land of freedom. Of opportunity. If only there were a way...
She saw herself just a few short weeks earlier sitting on a bench in the church service when the American missionary told of his land. Of how all people could worship who they wanted when they wanted, how people could go to get medical attention that actually worked. That was when she knew she wanted to go to that kind of place.
Plans had been made. She had rationed out her meals and taken part of each serving and stored it for her journey. She was going to buy a boat. She didn't know where she was going. If all her calculations and estimates were correct and if she proved as true to the navigation of her boat as she thought she was, she should reach a place called the coast of California in approximately one month.
Time drew closer...DISCOVERED! By her aunt! REFUSAL! She can't go? She cries. All her labor and planning...useless! But no! she is determined to succeed! She must just be overly cautious. It can still be done.
With a jolt, she was back to the present. Just two days earlier she had landed on the coast to an area called California. No one really lived out there...no cities like she had heard about America...then she heard about a wagon going east for supplies...anyone need a ride? She had signed up. They would be leaving in the morning so she must be rested. With a smile on her face, she sighed, and thought as sleep claimed her, 'I did it. I am in America..."
Prologue
Everything was falling into place. Plans were going just as they were supposed be going. This was now the critical part of the plan. From here on out it has to be perfect. There is not much room for mistakes. No more miscalculations or slip ups. It has to go just right in order to be successful...
'This is my chance to get out of this place and go somewhere where I can be free. No more scrounging for meals, no more begging for a place to stay, and no more mass sicknesses from our bad conditions,' thought the young girl as she lay quietly in her bed. She rolled over as she thought of the night, just like this one where she was lying on her back looking up at the stars, when the idea came to her. It was brilliant! Foolproof! Genius! It HAD to work. Ever since mom and dad were taken away from her because they caught the terrible disease of leprosy, she had been orphaned and although she had family all over the island, she couldn't quench the longing she had in her heart to get out to a land of freedom. Of opportunity. If only there were a way...
She saw herself just a few short weeks earlier sitting on a bench in the church service when the American missionary told of his land. Of how all people could worship who they wanted when they wanted, how people could go to get medical attention that actually worked. That was when she knew she wanted to go to that kind of place.
Plans had been made. She had rationed out her meals and taken part of each serving and stored it for her journey. She was going to buy a boat. She didn't know where she was going. If all her calculations and estimates were correct and if she proved as true to the navigation of her boat as she thought she was, she should reach a place called the coast of California in approximately one month.
Time drew closer...DISCOVERED! By her aunt! REFUSAL! She can't go? She cries. All her labor and planning...useless! But no! she is determined to succeed! She must just be overly cautious. It can still be done.
With a jolt, she was back to the present. Just two days earlier she had landed on the coast to an area called California. No one really lived out there...no cities like she had heard about America...then she heard about a wagon going east for supplies...anyone need a ride? She had signed up. They would be leaving in the morning so she must be rested. With a smile on her face, she sighed, and thought as sleep claimed her, 'I did it. I am in America..."