Isn't Prague the city? Also sorry this is not my best work.
"Alright alright alright. I'll bring something back from grandpa and grandma, I promise. I know you y'all miss it across them seas, I'll get something nice and rare alright?"
"Alright honey, but remember to say dědeček and babička. They're very traditional and may not approve of our parenting if you didn't use proper Czech." Donny or Dominik looked at his mothers aqua-green eyes, a tear was on the verge of escaping her eyelid. Donny's mother was a strong lady and in the frontier that was required, so a tear wasn't common place. Donny pulled his mother in for a tight hug. Donny's father wrapped around like a big papa bear. Donny's father was a man of emotion and joy, he worked as hard as he fooled around. Donny's easy-go-lucky and honest attitude was a direct result of admiring his Pa too much, but the again most of Donny was a directly from his father. Everything from the dark brown hair to the dark brown eyes came from the dominate traits of his father. His mother called him a "splitting image of his father, but younger and with less of a belly." As the sun went down upon the hugging family they went inside for one last dinner.
Donny reflected upon this moment while the sun sank into the restless ocean. The Atlantica's journey has been a long one and was still far from over, all around Donny was the salty, salty water. The salty water was a first for him, as this was Donny's first trip over the ocean and back into the Old World. The first trip wasn't kind to the young man it was full of trips to a bucket or to provide free food to the aquatic life below. However these harrowing initiation rites the ocean pressed upon Donny were worth it. Traveling to his parent's home will be an adventure he thought as he began the descent into the dank creaky ship.