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Abia smiled as she looked up at the magnificent ship. With four smoke stacks and what seemed like a hundred levels, she truly was the most elegant ship ever built. She stood amongst a throng of people, all jostling and pushing, some shouting to or at each other. Abia herself was rather confused, but did not show it. This was her adventure and she must embrace it. Life was hard-she knew that. But being an independent adult was better than any place she could go or be as a child.

"America, here I come," she whispered as she began to walk towards the great vessel. She carried three bags-two large ones and a smaller, purse like one. In the first large one, which she carried in her right hand, was an assortment of clothing. The bag was tightly packed, meant for a weeks worth of travel. The second, in her left hand, also held clothes, as well as a few personal items such as the few pieces of jewelry that she owned. The last bag, which she carried awkwardly over her shoulder and kept slipping off, was filled with all of her favourite books, as well as two to read on the way. She doubted she would read them though, as this would be an exciting adventure.

Unaware of somebody lurking behind her, she asked a worker where Second Class passengers were to board. He pointed her to one of the bridges to board the ship. It was larger than the third class, but smaller than the first class bridge. Thanking the man, she boarded the ship and searched for her room.

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William grinned, taking in all the sights of the crowd. He had already determined which bridge he was supposed to go across, but he stood, watching the first class passengers board. Many had numerous, luxurious bags and dressed in clothes much more fashionable than he. Will was supposed to have been in second class, like his father had promised him, so that he could 'watch' Abia. However, the liar had demanded he buy his own ticket after realizing just how much Abia's ticket had cost him.

I am now stuck with the filthy and poor. Perhaps one will have a priceless family heirloom? he thought. He soon spotted his sister heading into the mess of people, her long brown hair tied up into a loose ponytail. He followed her, dragging his tan, filthy bag behind him. He was not an experienced packer and had only brought with him some of his best clothing.

William Crane watched his little sister board, then decided it was his time to board also. Walking to the bridge, he was nearly pushed into the water by a man. Will mumbled to himself as he boarded and then found his room. It looked like he would be sharing it with four to five people. He set his bags down just as a beautiful girl came wandering down to third class, passing by his room.

He smiled to himself and stepped out of the room, watching as she explored the lower levels of the ship. "What is such a lovely lady doing down here?" he asked her, standing in the doorway to his room.