When the calm of dawn is broken by a cannon shot from a ship called de Soutbergh entering the bay that clear morning of Apr 16, 1633, the amiable Bastiaen Jansen Crol raised his head off his pillow of straw and reluctantly swallowed the fact that his short-lived term as "Governor" at the southern tip of Manhattan was over. And shuffling his feet upon the slick, wooden deck of that very incoming ship, stood a paunchy 27-year old nervously digesting the daunting beauty of this green and still quite untamed ISLAND... And as the ship glided and hopped through the moderate ripples of the Narrows, he gripped the port-side bulkhead to secure himself, as he spied another figure joining him - just across the deck. But, no, they didn't speak. They had already tolerated each other's abrasiveness for NINE MONTHS at sea... This other chap, on the starboard side, was a slightly more rounded character, with an infinitely more stoic disposition...in fact, this particular young man had been called by GOD himself -- to impart His word upon mankind unconditionally, unapologetically and relentlessly. After all, this wasn't any minister that had been selected to replace the embattled Jonas Michaelius...no. This was THE CHOSEN ONE himself -- Dominie Everardus Bogardus, the second ordained minister of the Colony of New Netherland. And as de Soutbergh tacked east, and the fort drifted behind them, it was not the sight of the fresh pine planks of the recently-rebuilt dock along the Strand at Pearl Street that caught the collective eyes of these two incoming voyagers, but rather the posture of a buxom woman perched atop that dock-- --who called out to them -- "Welcome to New Netherland -- GOVERNOR Van Twiller." And one thing is for certain -- this nervous, little Dutch boy, is not in Amsterdam anymore.