You were strolling along the deck of the Titanic, not knowing what to do with yourself on another boring day. Sitting with other ladies is already boring, drinking tea is also boring. What else can this ship offer a young girl from the first class?

Without noticing it, you came to the captain's bridge. You only realized this when you felt a man's hand in a leather glove on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, young lady, but you can't come here."