Rebekah MikaelsonIt has been one year, one year ago; May 26th 1710 I stood on the docks of the New World salivating at the mouth in enthusiasm at the New World, a new future, a new life, safe for a time. I had stood upon the docks, the wind whipping long fair hair as I scanned the extent of water ahead of me, soon to be behind me as we leave it all behind and start fresh here. The opportunity for promise on newly discovered lands. Even women like I. A woman-owned by her brothers, through >