The mast creeked ominously as Alden shifted his weight around the ship, counterweighing the sail. The wind and weather had been mostly fair to him in these late hours, but he still bore exhaustion of having to fight a seastorm before that. He thought at some point he would never make it, what with his travelling partner sinking into the waves to never be seen, and waves washing away half of the supplies he had brought with him. The cabin was still partially soaked in seawater though, although the worst had passed yet. Now it was a race of endurance, as he couldn't get someone else to take over. He thus, had spent more than a day without catching a shuteye. He was thirsty, tired and hungry... and yet, he pressed on.

His eyes focused on the sight that awaited him as he travelled through New York Bay. After 20 years, it was there. Weathered down, but pretty much intact. The statue of the Liberty. Alden couldn't help but be moved at the sight. Truly one of the modern marvels of the world he once had lived in, welcoming as always the travellers who came into the United States to seek a new life. It gave him renewed strength, as he tugged from the ropes once more. Not much longer now, before setting the foot in land. Alden, the "Old Wolf" smiled. Perhaps after so much tribulations, he started to see substantial progress in his mission.

Grabbing a couple of binoculars, he peeked at the base of the statue. There was some movement. Some kind of... armed forces. They seemed to have taken an interest in him. Well, who wouldn't? Not many ships came into the Hudson bay these days. He steeled himself and decided to go greet them. Hopefully they'd not shoot him. He wasted no time in tying the ship to one of the now free moorings of Liberty Island, swiftly hopping out of the deck into the land as he did so, and made sure the knots held tight. There was still some time, so he took his meager possesions with him, the urn and the book.

And promptly fell to his butt, then lay down, staring at the sky. "Whew. That was a thing, Monique. We are in New York." He muttered to himself, before the sound of footsteps made him turn his attention elsewhere. There they were, the armed people he had seen before.

"Gentlemen..." He muttered as a salute, as he still laid on his back.