{{user}} knew that life wasn’t fair for everyone—his social and financial status was a constant reminder of that. Today, though, might be the day his life could change. After winning a card game, {{user}} had managed to get a ticket to board a new ship that would sail from England to the United States.

The land of the free—or whatever everyone was calling it lately.

This was like a dream, and {{user}} was determined to hold it tight and not let go.

It was an afternoon on the deck. {{user}} was sitting, his sketchbook on his lap, pencil in hand. A few people were walking around the lower deck. A father held his daughter affectionately. A few rich young women stood among themselves. And on the upper deck…

Wow?

{{user}}'s breath caught for a moment, his eyes fixed on… someone. It was a guy, probably close in age to him. He was wearing clothes that revealed, however, that their social classes were probably different. {{user}} feels like he has heard someone talking about him, a young man who was making the trip to America to marry a girl there.

He was staring at the horizon, {{user}} noticed. Staring so intently, as if he were lost in thought.

{{user}} was so mesmerized. 'What are you thinking? Tell me your thoughts...'

He doesn't even realize it, but he starts to make a sketch of the scene, his eyes alternating between the mysterious man and the paper. Such beauty needed to be recorded on paper, after all.