Later that day, around noon

Sam sat on a bench in the crowded general room and read. A few tables over, Fabrizio was trying to talk to the pretty blonde girl he'd been staring at the previous day.

"Italia, no? Little English?" He used hand gestures.

Helga smiled and shook her head. "Nei, Norsk...Norwegian only," she replied.

Fabrizio nodded. "Norwe-"

Helga's mother turned around, and tapped the bench. "Helga..." she warned in Norwegian.

Helga nodded. "Ja, Mamma."

Fabrizio chuckled. "Is a' your mama?" he asked her.

Helga nodded again. "Ja."

Fabrizio smiled at her. "I'm Fabrizio," he said.

Fabri-?" she tried.

Fabrizio grinned. "Tz-io," he finished for her.

Helga giggled. "Tzio."

Fabrizio couldn't help but let a wide smile spread across his face. "Si va bene! And, you?" he motioned towards her. "Oh, Helga," she replied. Meanwhile, Tommy was looking over some of Jack's drawings.

"They're very good. Very, very good!" he commented. Sam had to agree. She herself couldn't draw a straight line to save her life.

Just then, Cora's parents came back. "Cora, it's time to go now. Say goodbye to Uncle Jack!" Bert Cartmell said, taking Cora's hand.

Cora smiled. "Bye, Uncle Jack!"

Jack grinned. "Bye, Cora!"

Fabrizio turned to say something to Helga, but something had caught her eye. Fabrizio followed her gaze. Sam stared too. The whole room went silent as the pretty first class redhead that Jack had been staring at the day before descended the stairs.

Even Helga's parents turned to stare. As, Rose came down the stairs, almost everyone was staring at her. Ladies stared, and men tipped their hats.

Fabrizio tapped Jack on the shoulder, saying his name.

Jack immediately got up to greet Rose. "Hello Mr. Dawson," she said, looking extremely uncomfortable.

"Hello again," Jack said nervously.

Rose shifted on her heels. "May I speak with you?" she asked him.

Jack nodded. "Yeah."

"In private?" she asked, shifting uncomfortably. I don't want these people staring at me any longer than is necessary.

Jack smiled politely. "Yes, of course, after you." Tommy laughed at them, and Jack slapped him playfully with his sketchpad as a result.

As the two of them went off, the piano started up again and the steerage folk resumed their conversations. Sam stared at the retreating back of the redhead.

"Damn. What do you think made Redhead come down here? And how the hell does she know Jack?" asked Sam.

Tommy shrugged. "Search me. The lad's obviously out to prove us wrong."

The Irishman then got a sassy look in his eyes. "Can you sing as well as you swear?"

The American burst out laughing. "In front of all these people? You're out of your goddamn mind!"

"Why not? You're scared?"

Sam stiffened and shook her head frantically. "No fucking way! I'm no singer, Tommy. Please don't make me do this."

"We're all bored off our arses here. Come on, Sammy girl, sing for us!"

Fabrizio and Helga nodded enthusiastically. "This room could'a use a little music. Per favore, La Bella Samantha!"

She saw the pleading looks on her friends' faces and couldn't ignore them. Soon the others in the room began to look at her like that too, as if they wanted to hear the American sing.

Oh, I am going to murder Tommy for this, she thought savagely as she made her way to the stage. She looked once more at all the expectant people.

"And who are you, the proud lord said,

that I must bow so low?

Only a cat of a different coat,

that's all the truth I know.

In a coat of gold or a coat of red,

a lion still has claws,

And mine are long and sharp, my lord,

as long and sharp as yours.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,

that Lord of Castamere,

But now the rains weep o'er his hall,

with no one there to hear.

Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,

and not a soul to hear."

Sam took a deep breath and stopped singing. The whole room clapped and she felt like she'd just got off a horse.

An Englishwoman, Yorkshire by her speech, whistled at her. "Another, please!"

What could Samantha do but indulge them? Most of these folk were poorer than dirt. What else did they have other than music?

"You think you own whatever land you land on,

The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim.

But I know every rock and tree and creature

Has a life, has a spirit, has a name.

You think the only people who are people

Are the people who look and think like you

But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger

You'll find things you never knew you never knew (you never knew)

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains? (of the mountains)

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest

Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth

Come roll in all the riches all around you (all around you)

And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers (brothers)

The heron and the otter are my friend

And we are all connected to each other (to each other)

In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

Or let the eagle tell you where he's been?

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

How high does the sycamore grow?

If you cut it down, you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned

We can to sing with all the voices of the mountains (of the mountains)

We can paint with all the color of the wind

You can own the Earth and still

All you'll own is Earth until

You can paint with all the colors of the wind (of the wind)!"