Where the Atlantic will meet the liberty...

"Ma'am Correl..." smiling, the lady with a nice, embroidered gown of Chinese silk which was itself a luxury and pride to wear in the societies of high standards, extended her hand thin like a mannequin through that unfurl crowd of glamor to another woman, who wore a gigantic brown hat tied tilted over her aristocratic attire masking her face from the right view as much as it could eclipse that beautiful heart-shaped face of hers.

"...You look lovely."

"Oh, don't butter me up, you little buttercup!"

with utmost humbleness, the gigantic hat lady rolled her shimmering aqua-blue eyes with a beaming smile. She held a tight grip off the offered limb of the youthful lady, Miss Petrissa who in words was 10 years older and 'aged bachelorette' than her who had just kept her feet into adulthood of 20s but still joyful like she had just turned 20 yesterday unlike stretching her forehead of circumstances.

Abruptly, Ma'am Correl pulled the lady by those blooming hands, taking her to her side, and apologized to all around who had been hit by Miss Petrissa's abrupt pull as finally, she bent with delegation commencing to whisper into the 'aged bachelor's' ear maintaining a certain distance of ethics. 

"Miss Petrissa, forgive my bluntness but we are in the aristocratic arena, please mind 'the orders'!" 

"Then how about a curtsy?" 

Ma'am Correl pushed the Lady of 10 years above with her gentle hand hitting right into her collarbone, and a frustrated look wreaking any kind of code she ought to be following in the rarest name of the Aristocrats in which she or another lady was born.

"You know I hate it, Kat!"

 wreaking it into pieces!

"Now, who is violating 'The order'?" the lady in Chinese embroidered silk questioned with a raised chin.

"Okay forgive me, Miss Katherine Mary Petrissa---" 

and she, with a gigantic brown hat submitted in front of sadistic instincts of the disgrace of Petrissa family.

Abruptly, a clinking sound stole everyone's attention. 

"Kidlings, Maladies, Sirs, and bachelors, the Anthesis thanks your excellence and welcomes you with the deepest core of my overwhelming heart to this cruise..." the old man in the tight-fitted white coat and a cleanly shaved face deprived of wrinkles but filled with greyish hairs within black bloom, declared hovering over the wine glass which was filled with cherry red wine to it halve that was jumping to its brink like waves in northern Atlantic sea but was somehow balanced within his index and middle finger, one style which was very notable among the upper class.

".... Kindly note that This is not just any ordinary cruise you have ever had, it's an adventure guided by qualified sailors, captains, enginemen, and even A-ranked servants working morning, afternoon, evening, and nights towards our destination- Manhattan! " 

So dramatically that the rich crowd broke into utmost excitement, especially the ladies who were giggling wrapping their little-little mouths by their dimly shaded gloves, however. -

"That's what we have plethora paid for!" Kat pouted mumbling, and traversed her arms over her chest, however, irritated, Ma'am Correl slammed her elbow into Chinese Silk's thin waist, hushing her with her threatening gaze, 

because the young maiden of 20, had a ticklish instinct that something spectacular was going to happen in this faked glamor,

".... So, in the name of marvelous Marseilles, ma France, and the lady liberty...let's set for the sail, shall we?!"

and everyone around that glowing golden hall busted their fist in the air with jubilation and an aura of affectivity in a positive way, when a trail of servants, those 'A-ranked' servants poured inside that gusty-filled hall in those white coat pants. A bow tied in the neck as if the finishing touch and were carrying trays filled with Manhattan drink, rising to their shoulders at the services.

"Make yourself comfortable gentlemen with drinks and cigarettes being served 24/7, whereas for ladies- enjoy yourself with gossip, sipping teas and serving our lords well-- " the man with a clean shaved face in a tailored coat giggled at his words that most of the audience which was predominantly mostly made of women snigger or laughed but not all did, and an exception in exception was- bold headed-Katherine Mary

"Too far... too far..." as she snorted like a dragon in the Chinese white silk. and took a bold step to confront the jokester there at once wreaking all the rules that she was bound to follow however, what a black Rabbit of the colony knew about an aisle. 

"Kat, don't--!!!"

"Hey, ignoramus, do you think a woman's work is limited to sipping tea, gossip, and serving their lords?!---" and she almost immediately begins to storm it pulling everyone, especially Ma'am Correl into a coma. 

"Ahem...apologies malady, if this servant has crossed some limits but the truth will remain truth, women are the creation of god to satisfy the need of man and to ensure that breed of supremacy shall be maintained by the cycle of birth." 

"Don't recite the lines from some dirtied text from a whole different era when the gods were alive 'cause now they are dead! "

but, it seemed like it was too late for the remaining pride of Petrissa to survive,

All those eyes were about to drop off from their sockets and mouths unfurled in shock-

"Mama... Jesus is dead? "

"What? Is she questioning our god?! "

"You must be dead, Jesus is alive! "

"What a shameless lady?! "

"Where is your husband? Or your father?! Where is the man of the disgraced family this woman belongs to?! "

All arrows pierced the air, running toward the target, but she remained unaffected standing with her chin up

"Why 'a man'?! I'm here on my own, and I have paid my expenses like any other man here, hence I own all the rights to speak my opinion!--"

Abruptly,

"Stitch your lips together! " Ma'am Correl whispered to the rebellious lady and took over pulling the elderly but still teening Miss Petrissa, behind herself

"I'm very embarrassed by my friend here, we should just drop this conversation like it never happened"

But, the problem was this conversation did happen!

"Not until she apologizes! " and these words began to be chanted in unison, this is the only time the rich get together ' to bully'!

And this lady in her 30s was stubborn as hell,

"I didn't say anything wrong and I will not apologize! "

In between this fight was struck, this young lady thought this day was going to be another ordinary day however how must this fight erupt it must be a few seconds before a physical fight broke out like that of cats and dogs.

"Captain, are you done sightseeing? They will rip each other apart!"

"Oh... I thought it was going to be an ordinary day" The corner of his thin honey-sugar lip curled up as he glanced very eagerly at the whole drama from above which was unwrapped in the theatrical first-class.

"I guess my anticipating skills are catching some rust"