June 7, 1854: One day, I and my friends were just getting transport to America, all the way from France, but suddenly, the wind turned us the wrong way and we hit a rock, we lost control and then it blacked out. I woke up in a different area... I just saw a brick tower, looked old. I walked about with my friends, and then we grabbed everything that was ours on land. We grabbed the rest later. I decided to find supplies around the area. I walked a bit off and suddenly noticed that everything was in a different language. It looked weird, so I called one of my friends, Louis and then he said it was German. I was scared. Not the fact that they were German, no it was the fact that it was going to take two months before our boat can get onto the waters and get to America. I shouted to the two others, Sam and Gabriel. Sam came from Spain, and so did Gabriel. Only Louis understood all the German dialects, I only understood one, and I was not sure if this was the place with that dialect. We had to stay here for two months and get ready for it. Louis went to the town, and I also came along. I could understand one dialect, the most common one, so it was going to be a struggle. Louis went to the store and asked for two hammers. The person said, "Sure, lad, lemme hand one,". We were confused, he was speaking English? He then said, "Yep, surprise, this town can speak both English and German, so you can ask in either, there are only a few people who speak Italian though,". We bought the hammers, and then walked out of the store, we were scared, ENGLISH PEOPLE? I screamed, "THEY COULD BE TRYING TO TAKE OVER FRANCE AGAIN!". Everyone looked in disgust, French people. We ran away and told Sam and Gabriel. We then just went to sleep worried, that now they know we are French... this was a horror story.

Side note: Why do I love the characters and story I made. WHYYYYYY.