Chapter 2
February 14th, 1912
Winchester, England – flashbacks. Docks of Southampton – main storyline
Alison Hamilton, the beautiful rich girl that it seemed like everyone loved from the outside, was actually a pain in the arse and Noah Calhoun had found that out the hard way. He had confronted her in almost 3 months ago at this point, and things had not turned out so well.
(Flashback)
Noah made a mental note, never to make him look so stupid again. Nevertheless, he had to admit Alison wasn't what he had expected, but there was always a flaw with something. Whether it was a woman or a thickly cut piece of lumber, he decided to go for it again. Fin and him had planned it all out, he would talk to her on the Maiden Voyage of the Titanic where nothing, nothing could go wrong. But then again, it was Valentine's Day today, it was not an official holiday but he felt that by the time, he had the luck of the draw with Alison - it would be his lucky day.
A certain Mr. Calhoun was kicking his shoes in the dry, dusty roads of Winchester. Which were just a couple miles from the actual Southampton. He was wandering aimlessly for something to do with his new paycheck, sadly a couple of dollars. Sure as heck, not impress the Alison Hamilton. Lingering outside her door, at quarter to 8 in the morning was not the most stalker like thing to do, or was it? Once, he spotted a pair of eyes that he could not recognize. He made a run for it, throwing himself over the black, iron-gate fence hurriedly. Within a couple of minutes, he had safely made it down the street.
(End Flashback)
Wow, Noah and Fin could not believe it was almost April 11, the day the largest human made form of transportation would set off to Queens, Ireland and then off to its final stop, New York! His dad had figured that it would be easier to get a job in the land of the free, that many immigrants already were heading off to as they spoke. Finishing his Valentine, Noah knew the next stop was the Postal delivery. Borrowing a couple cents from Fin, he set off to mail it with the biggest grin from ear-to-ear. The valentine was a cut out heart made out of a red satin/velvet type material, and had "Be my Valentine" written with a black pen over the center of the heart.
As richer people who happened to be driving past, in one of those automobiles, they scornfully looked at Noah. Noah was the perfect example of a dirty-blonde way-out-of-their league person. He was a Calhoun who earned his best salary he could, and went to work every day he could possibly. However, that was not good enough with the stereotypes people had against him. Just, he wasn't ever good enough for those people.