David Sharpston adjusted his black bowler hat as steerage passengers from Waterloo Station ran with their possesions toward the Aft ramp. " Are you ok Mother" he said as the confusion along this hugh berth seemed to be getting worse. People were hurrying to get on board before the ship sailed at noon and confusion prevailed.
" Yes, I'm fine" Camille Sharpston replied as she struggled to carry the two big suitcases in her hands.
David struggled with his two suitcases as he glanced to his right at the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. The black and white ship filled the entire berth and David knew his mother was lucky to get first class tickets so quickly on this ship's maiden voyage.
" Help with this Sir" a porter said as he reached for one of the brown suitcases. " I can put them on this rack and take them up to C Deck for you".