A cargo ship had docked at Hell's Kitchen.
The area was still under renovation. For a long time, the docks in Hell's Kitchen had been used by smuggling boats and a few decommissioned cargo ships.
City Hall rented the berths out cheaply to small freight companies, not realizing that most of them were fronts for smuggling ships.
It had been a long time since a 5,000-ton cargo ship had been seen here...
Old Kent's small barge fleet had also docked at the pier.
His job was to transport the first batch of church roof sections from Italy to Lighthouse Island, three nautical miles away.
Old Kent had no idea what had gotten into Alvin that he'd spent a fortune buying a rundown church in Italy and had it dismantled and shipped back piece by piece...
He was responsible for finding people to transport the battered bricks intact to Lighthouse Island, where the church would be rebuilt.
Though he thought Alvin was wasting money, Old Kent considered it a good thing.
Most people in Hell's Kitchen didn't go to church. They crossed themselves more to win a little sympathy from a judge.
Now they had a cathedral. If they could get a decent priest, maybe the people of Hell's Kitchen would have somewhere to go on weekends. It would also give irresponsible parents another place to dump their kids, wouldn't it?
At the very least, the young people in Hell's Kitchen would have somewhere to get married. It only took ten minutes to make the three-mile boat trip...
Old Kent barked orders at a few workers to get the tower crane—which had hardly ever been used—up and running. Then he walked over to Norman Osborn, who was leaning against the hood of a Maybach, and greeted him with a smile. "Hello,