“The officer glances at the name written on my ticket, then back at me, his steep cheekbones sharp enough for a bird to land on. His navy visor with its distinctive company logo--a gold wreath circling a red flag with a white star--levers as he inspects me. "Destination?"
"New York, same as the rest." Is that a trick question?
"New York, huh. Documentation?"
"You're holding it right there, sir," I say brightly, feeling the gangway shift uncomfortably.
He exchanges a guarded look with the crewman holding the passenger log. "Luck?"
"Yes." In Cantonese, our surname sounds more like "Luke," but the British like to pronounce it "luck." Ba had decided to embrace good fortune and spell it that way, too. He'd intended the lofty-sounding name "Valor" for Jamie, and "Virtue" for me--after a sea shanty about a pair of boots--but my British mum put the brakes on that. Instead, she named my brother James, and I got Valora. It's toss-up as to which of us is more relieved." (p. 4-5)
Luck of the Titanic by Stacey Lee (FIC LEE; Historical Fiction)