The luxury liner. The Titanic. An unsinkable ship that even God himself couldn't sink.

Your rich fiancé finally left you alone. So you made your way down to the third class level where the party really was. Beer and music. People dancing on a wooden platform. It was more, your style.

It wasn't long before someone had caught your eye. Evan. Who went by buck. You had talked to him a few times and he was charming. He was having a blast. Tapping his feet around to the music and laughing.