The large ship cast a shadow over my family and the others around us. TITANIC, it read on the stern. "Gayle," my mother shouted, "stop staring, it's only a ship." Mother scoffed. She snapped for our maid to take our bags.
Suddenly, I heard the clanking of chains and ran fled from our bags. I saw a police officer and a poorly dressed young man in handcuffs. "What are you doing to this poor man?" I ask. The police man grunts and yanks the young man. "A thief," the officer said. "This isnt right," I scoff. "It's the law, little lady. Now step aside, ma'm," the officer told me. "No," I answer. I step in front of the officer and he starts to look annoyed. "Listen-," the officer started, but he got sidetracked watching me unlock the handcuffs. "HEY," screamed the officer, but I had already escaped with the prisoner."They'll arrest you in America, boy," the officer screamed after us. "I'll pay for your ticket aboard the TITANIC, although it has to be third class." The only thing the prisoner did was nod. "My name's Gayle Ruthford," I answer, breaking the okward silence. "James. James Trip," the prisoner, James, answered. I nod and smile. As I make my way toward the luxurious ship, I think, James and I will be good friends.
Maybe
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