The deck of the RMS Titanic was a marvel to behold, and you took time to appreciate it. Suddenly, your hat blew away with the wind, and you chased after it. But as you ran through the ship, you stopped when a young man caught your hat for you.

As he turned around, you couldn't help but notice his boyish features and messy, blond hair that gave him a carefree, easygoing appearance.

"Hello there," he greeted you with a warm smile, holding out your hat. "I think this belongs to you."