Into the Sunset

Chapter 1: 1861-1986
1861:

Joseph was not having a good month.

He was starving, sick and wasn't going to live another week.

"Call Saoirse." He said.

Joseph felt himself come and go out of subconsiousness,

He then finally went unconsious.

A DAY LATER

Saoirse had became sick with malaria, which she caught from a Confederate soldier carrying the disease.

"Mama, Papa, I love you and my Seosamh." She said.

She then closed her eyes.

1981

The twins woke up.

"Where are we?" She asked.

Joseph groaned.

The twins saw an elderly man in his sixties.

"Martin! Go get the shotgun, there's a bunch of intruders!" He shouted.

A younger man got out a rifle.

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! Please!" Joseph wailed.

Martin put down the gun after seeing how frightened Joseph was.

"Bring them inside." He said.

The two were led inside, Joseph looked at a little girl play a weird device he'd never seen before.

Joseph was a shy and timid man, when Martin went next to him.

"Sorry about that, there was burglary going on." He said.

"It's okay, I'm used to having a gun pointed at me." He said.

"Are you hungry? My wife's cooking dinner." He asked.

A loud noise came from Irish-American man's midsection, causing him to rest his hand on it.

" (Yes)" He said in Irish language.

"I'll take that as a yes." He said.

Saoirse was starting to adjust to her surrondings and Maria liked the Irish lady that came into her house.

She found the girl's grandfather Ichiro to be kind.