Unwanted: The Voyage of the St. Louis

"Wait,"

Hope sparks unabashedly in the man's face.

"We'll take them," you sigh, damned guilt forcing the words from you. Quickly you add some conditions: money, but not an unpayable sum; a guarantee that they will return home after the war; a good word put in with Berenson's contacts.

The man agrees quickly, and word is brought to the ship the next evening.

The people are not happy with your decision and you lose your presidency at the next election. You regret the decision some days, but others you find yourself disgusted by the man you were, the one who almost killed nine hundred people.

The refugees scrape by until the war ends, and return home to what is left of their country in 1946. They did not live well during their seven year refuge in Cuba, but they did live, and for that they rejoice.

They were saved.

But that isn't what happened.
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