The ship bobbed gently, pulling on the lines and heaving the gang plank just enough to make the passengers hold the ropes tighter. They were weak, unsure of their footing and looked sickly in the same threadbare, soiled and loose fitting clothing they had worn the entire voyage. They were all from Ireland, simultaneously feeling grateful and apprehensive in this new land. They had survived the three and a half week journey in the cramped, unhealthy pit of the cargo ship, enduring weather that was terrifying at times. Liam McGinley and his fellow passengers stepped into the unknown world of a city in a foreign country that didn't want them and did everything to make their arrival harder, but couldn't stop them.