10th April 1912

Concentrate. Look at your cards. The clock on the bar’s wall was ticking. You had 5 minutes left to win the ticket. Otherwise the Titanic would start its journey without you, the only hope you had is your good hand at poker.

One 3rd class ticket on the table, twi men and one woman, you playing for it. You took a glance at the two man’s expressions.

“James?”You asked as he revealed his cards. “None” “Chris?” The other man revealed his cards, he looked pissed off “None as well” you took a look at your cards.

“Gentlemen, it was a really nice game with y’all. But I sadly need to say..” You stood up from your seat and threw the cards on the table “This lady is going on the Titanic!!” You cheered as several people at the bar shouted at yelled and the other two man threw the cards around in anger

You pushed yourself through the crowd of super rich, carrying a small sac of a little cash and some dirty clothes over your shoulder, the ticket in your hand. This would be the first time traveling on a ship this huge, the first time being in America

In your hurries and excitement, you accidentally bumped into someone, and as you looked up, Jesus Christ, he looked like the richest man alive. Behind him several men carrying his and his family luggage.

Two other women chatting behind him. One to be his mother and the other one probably was his fiancée. While he looked down at you like you were a cockroach.