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Chapter 1

Noah Calhoun Vs. Aly Hamilton

April 5th 1911 Southampton, England

It was the fifth of April on a mild day in England, as Noah Calhoun arrived to his house, fresh from a hard day's work at the lumberyard. He had been sending in his deliveries for the building of the soon-to-be biggest human made transportation on the face of the earth.

Where is Fin? He thought to himself desperately pulling on his jacket and wiping his head with a sigh, as he put his hands in his jacket. Walking down the streets of downtown Southampton in the 1900s was not the excitement of the century, but it gave a person who did not have two dimes to rub together something to do. Noah, at least knew that he was lucky to be getting a job on the Titanic, the ship his company had received orders. It still worried his father, who was barely living in a poorly made Tenant on the other side of the small town.

Before he could get the thought across his head, Fin, his best friend had joined him in walking toward the large Ferris wheel that had was placed on the Countryside, just one half mile from the lumberyard itself. Of course, he could only afford one or two goes, but if he were lucky, he would be able to impress the girl his eyes had been set on for a while. Aly Hamilton.

"You ain't ever gonna getcha a girl like her," Fin slapped him on the shoulder.

"Doesn't mean I can't get my hopes up… It's worth the wait. She's pretty, funny…"

"Wealthy, didn't you forget that? She's out of your league for heaven's sake, Calhoun!"

"Don't you be forgetting that I'm the one with the job on the Titanic next year. Knowin' her family, Fin, she is more than likely going to be on that ship when it leaves that dock in the spring!"

His best friend looked him in the eye with a contemptuous look and sighed. Then he put a hand on his shoulder, and finally said after coming up the words that had taken him, with his tiny brain cells, at least several minutes to figure out how to explain to a person like Noah, who didn't seem to get the picture between a Socialite and a Lumberyard worker. "No-ah. Listen to me. Aly Hamilton is the richest girl in town, her father is in the Parliament and yours is the owner of a poor old Lumberyard, look at the picture. I'm sorry!"

Noah's eyes lingered from his shoes for a moment, then up into Fin's bright blue eyes. He could tell that he was trying to be the friend that he was, but stubborn enough as he was, a Calhoun wouldn't listen. His hands in his pockets, and his cap on his head Noah gloomily nodded off to Fin and headed down the street with a mopping expression trying to figure out why he even was attracted to Alison Hamilton in the first place.