Jake 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, Jake 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 Jake was determined to hold it tight and not let go.

It was an afternoon on the deck. Jake 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?

Jake’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. Jake 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, Jake noticed. Staring so intently, as if he were lost in thought.

Jake 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.