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I found myself utterly unable to withhold my excitement looking up and to my side at the beautiful ship. The whole thing seemed to glimmer and sparkle as it sat in the Portsmouth waters, high above any buildings, a sea of people both on the dock and on the ship. The long line for the various tickets. People everywhere rushed about to get everyone onboard for the departure.

"Papers if you please ladies" the young porter smiled at the bottom of the wooden jetty

"Of course here you are" the two women smiled handing over their paperwork he stamped and signed them handing over a set of keys and allowing them though

"Papers if you please miss" he smiled at me so I handed mine over. He stamped them, signed them and took the keys in his hands "traveling alone?" He asked

"Yes sir, always" I nodded

"Well do be careful miss"

"Thank you" I smiled taking my keys and my paperwork, I stepped through the checks with my case in hand I stared down at my ticket for a moment at the dates, the names, my room and deck numbers all of it even then I knew would be important someday that I was holding in my hand a tiny piece of history little did I know on this very moment the reason why this would truly go down in history. For a moment I was unable to walk, looking at the small sculpted wood and the one thick rope on either side that would protect me from the deep blue of the ocean below. My heart raced but I walked holding my bag tightly as I slowly walked up the jetty and into the ship taking a breath At Last the moment I got inside. There were signs on the walls so I began to follow them down the stairways and corridors until I reached the little room that would be my own for the next seven days I unlocked the room heading inside to the small but cosy room with no windows and a single light above my head the light switch beside the door. A bunk bed to the side, the bottom bunk replaced with a small sofa. I set my bag down and locked my door eager to get unpacked. Putting my paperwork into my leather journal . 

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