A Walk on the Water

Kasey, looked at her friend with deep concern in her dark brown eyes, "You know those men, don't you" she said in more a matter of fact tone than a questioning one.

Alannah, looking down at her feet, tears welling up in her eyes, muttered "Yes they were sent here by….by… my father. They want to take me back to Ireland. To a life that I ran away from."

"Well, you're not going anywhere, with them, not if you don't want to" she said "not on my watch! Here, I got this - now and be ready to make your exit. I'll take care of these two."

Alannah stared in pure amazement as the scrawny Miss Kasey Adcock, a small yet stout young woman with a florid complexion, rolled up her sleeves and walked right up to the two men who seemed to pose a threat to her one friend. She was unafraid and undeterred from her mission.

"Here you!" Kasey spoke in broken English "What are the two of you doin' down here? Don't ya know that you could get us in trouble gawking at us poor girls like that? You ought to be ashamed of yerselves -"

Alannah didn't wait around to see the outcome, she picked up the bag that held her change of clothes and ran to her hiding place. There she quickly showered, changed into suitable for a cool and wet spring day in Nuremberg Germany, 1929. Alannah appeared on a narrow cobblestone street that was overshadowed by dirty brick warehouses. Her long red hair, that had once been wrapped around her head in a braid was now pulled into a fancy chignon on the left side of her neck, she donned a wide brimmed sun hat with black trim, and a black wide sash. The dress she was wearing was a black knee length gown with lace around the hips and shoulders, and a Chinchilla Fur Stole. She was also wearing her mother's double strand of pearls with a pair of black and white T-strap Mary Jane shoes.

Alannah began briskly walking towards the docks holding her oversized carpetbag close, she was nervous and walking on legs that were not so steady. She was trying to walk as normally as possible, that way she would not draw attention to herself. Her first priority was to get to the docks, then to secure passage on a passenger ship leaving Nuremberg tonight. She had started feeling like she was being watched weeks ago, so she sold what she could of her belongings and jewelry, minus her mother's pearls and the clothes she had with her in her carpetbag. When it came time to sell the jewelry that was bestowed upon her by a most unwanted suitor, she was all to happy to let it go. Now that she had more than enough money to get her on her feet when she got where she was going, and her carpet bag filled with her last worldly possessions, she fled to the pier. Here she knew from listening to the fisherman that brought them their daily work, that the trans-Atlantic steamships, were berthed. So Alannah went from dock to dock in search of passage, and each time she asked the captain she received the same nasty looks and the same answer "No, Miss not today."