I felt the way Samuel Fuller and Christopher Martin must have felt five centuries ago, standing on a lonely wharf in Southampton. The way William White and John Alden must have felt—
No, not quite the way John Alden had felt. I already had my Priscilla Mullins. I bent and kissed her. Then, hand in hand, we ascended the spiral gang-plank of the Mayflower II to begin our journey to the New World.