100 Years Project Anthology

Europe. They all shared the common goal of triumphing in the old
“New World.” Letters and newspaper headlines boasting of success
had found their way to these prospecting expatriates. Tales of gold
off the Pacific, soaring stocks in Wall Street and Great Plains of
fruitful land outside the huge cities. These were the dreams that
floated through this stubborn ship.
Outside these thoughts of prestige, the passengers had very little in
common. Some were sent by their families to bring back money to
the home, some saw America as the place to spend and grow their
wealth, others simply had no place left after the Great War. The rest
didn’t even know where they were.
One such man was Paul Collison. He was standing just below deck,
staring at the of the great waves.
Paul was wearing a three-piece suit with navy trousers and a jacket
of the same colour. Beneath his jacket was a grey waistcoat and
a tidy white shirt. The suit bore the name of a respected Berlin
tailor who sadly never left the Somme. Paul’s apparel was one of
elegance but the same could not be said for the man himself. On
his face lay a weary expression that looked like it had seen hard