Unwanted: The Voyage of the St. Louis

You wait. Ilse paces. Nearby, a man with a proud jaw weeps silently. A young girl prays. Two women stare blankly ahead, surely seeing not the shore in front of them but the horrors that wait back home. The joy of earlier is dead.

There is nothing you can do. You look back down at your hands and wait for fate to save or condemn you.