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Stepping into his cabin after five minutes of wandering the halls looking for the room '62', his face told exactly what he had been thinking all along while he had been admiring the splendid build of the ship his eyes actively sweeping the walls and floors ignoring the hustle and bustle of the people bumping past him.

The room was not yet small but compact in a homely manner. The walls were painted a fresh bright white and the smell of the freshly laid paint still hung in the air. The floor was highly polished and a small wash basin attached to the wall between the two bunks looked like it had never been run. The beds, neatly made the sheets folded expertly and tucked under the corners of the mattress it was nothing that Tommy had never seen before in his life.

Tommy walked in, in awe gazing up around at his new home for his travel to America. His cabin mates had not yet arrived there and he chose the bottom bunk on the right, not having much favor towards top bunks. He set his rugged brown bag down on the shiny floor and drummed his fingers rapidly against his knee's looking around. He didn't want to touch anything in fear of breaking or ruining it's high finish; if he had seen what First or Second class looked like then he may just have been stunned into shock.

A few moments later, a burly and tall man with one other man stumbled into the room throwing their bags to the floor, acknowledging Tommy sitting there they broke out of their hurried conversation a bright crooked smile appearing on the first man's face.

"How ya' doing? Michael is the name." He said with a think accent, familiar to Tommy as he instantly recognized that he too was from Ireland which eased Tommy's nerves a little knowing there was some other familiarity with home boarding this ship.

"Tommy." He replied with a short smile as they shook hands, they continued this process twice more, once with the much shorter man whose speech rang heavy with a Cockney accent known as 'Stropper'. He didn't use his real name and Tommy did not care much for it so he accepted that was his name and asked no more questions. The other man shuffled in few moments later with a timid disposition about him who seemed somewhat intimidated by Michael's outgoing and loud nature.