Rebecca sat there and watched the stars, "you know, no matter how many times I cross the ocean, each time is a new adventure."

       "That's nice to think about. I can't say that I've found it the same, though. Usually, the same millionaires talk about the same money, and the same millionaires' wives gossip about the same old subjects." Jack leaned back against the wall.

       "I know," Rebecca said "The same stories told by old men about past glories, but I have found traveling second is totally different then first. I traveled first with my father all the time."

       "Well, from what I can tell, the second class talk about first class, but they're more removed from the situation, is that true?"

       "I don't really know, I just know, we are a little more realistic. I mean, we all have to work for a living, unlike first who are just given money," Rebecca said.

       Jack got an odd look on his face, "What do you mean given money? My father has worked long and hard for what he has. True, there are some older aristocrat-types who just inherit it all, but the great number of us have worked for it."

       "I know that Jack" Rebecca said "But I have been in first class, I know what it is like. I would still be there, but a couple bad deals and my father's death, and I ended up at the bottom, no money, nothing. And when I went broke, at 15, no one offered help, it was poor Rebecca this poor Rebecca that. NO one would do something. I ended up on the streets till Tom took me in. " Rebecca hated first class people for that, she could remember spending a week on the streets, cold and hungry.

       "I...I... I don't know what to say." Jack stammered. "I'm..."

       "Shocked," Rebecca said "I understand, I was too when no one acted. I have my point of view because of what I went through and you have yours."

       "Yeah, I suppose I've never had to deal with rejection from the upper crust."

       "Well it's hard" Rebecca said "The one thing they didn't know, that in New York there is a bank account under my name with one million dollars. My father put it there and hide it, so in case something happen I would still be provided for, But I can't touch the money till I am 20, so I, ironically was the riches person on the street." Rebecca laughed, it was great that her father had provided for her, but now she didn't really want the money, she was fine earning money like normal people.

       "Well, at least you have something to fall back on if your present situation falls through." Jack replied, trying to make light of the situation.

       "But I don't want the money," Rebecca said "I have worked to get where I am, Why would I want the money, why?" Rebecca paused; she looked at Jack and into his brown eyes "why would I need the money" she pauses and whispers "if I had you?"

       Jack slowly moved his hand through Rebecca's blond hair, and leaned down and kissed her. Rebecca just sat there, this was totally unexpected.

       Jack sensed an uneasiness in Rebecca's reaction. "I'm sorry," he said, and leaned away looking at the deck.