Jack

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I pushed and shoved my way through the crowd, running as fast as the wind I told myself. Barging past the last few folks, I rushed up the walkway, jut making it. I walked with a skip in my step through the hallways that felt as narrow and cramped as if we were walking through a pipe. I flung open the weak door and dropped my stuff on the bottom bunk. The room was a mouse nest. Small, and cluttered with unstable bunks, but that didn't matter, we had made it, I was on the Titanic. The beautiful maiden of on her first adventure full of life. 

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