The TItanic bobbed deliriously beneath your feet as passengers of all kinds boarded from the docks which seemed so far below you. It was as if the ship was eager, yet already exhausted from the bustling of its first ever voyage before it had even set off. You marveled at the massive vessel's magnitude--you'd never been on a ship before, and this one was about as prestigious as they came. It was like stepping into an entirely new form of luxury.

You ran your fingers over the First Class ticket clamped in your hand. It was the evidence of your finery, of your status. You'd already received many courtesies--such as a complimentary drink--using a wave of the little paper. It was far better treatment than others were getting. While the Third Class was shepherded into the lower decks, you were free to roam and explore as you pleased.

You leaned over the ship's railing, trying to get a better look at those boarding, when your ticket slipped from your grasp and fluttered sideways. You felt a shock of panic run through your veins and lurched to grab it before it flew out of reach, but you were beat to it. A refined, dignified looking man caught it in his gloved hand, his head tilting to observe it. "You would certainly not want to drop this," he mused, handing the slip back to you with a gentle smile and polite nod. You looked him over, noting the third class ticket that peeked only slightly out of his pocket. "Be careful with that," he added, leaning onto the railing beside you and hiding his lesser ticket from a passing crew member. "I just now saw quite a few men who would do nearly anything for its luxuries."