The Ship Of Dreams [TITANIC FANFICTION]

Exploring the Titanic

Rose's POV

I stand in front of the grand wooden staircase, the clock reads half past three (pm). Dinner is at seven.

I decide to explore the ship, walking at a slow pace, examinating all the little details, meeting new people, such as Mr. Andrews, who designed and actually helped building the Titanic. Wow.

Jack's POV.

Yeeeeeeessss!

After a simple game of poker, me and my boy Fabrizio have won two third -  class tickets to the Titanic! The ship of dreams, they call it.

Though it's leaving in TEN minutes.

We haven't got much on us, just an old brown sack each full of cigarettes, paper, and clean underwear.

As we arrive at the dock, there are still a few people getting on the ship, but they are mostly third - class passengers, shoving  and shouting. We, little rascals, push our way through, excited like little kids.

A man stops us, "What do you think you're doing, young thugs!" he commands.

"We here to go to America!"
Fabrizio replies.

"Very funny, and I suppose you got the money to actually board this ship?", laughing, he eyes us up and down.

I practically throw our tickets in his face, smiling.
He looks shocked.

"Shave that white beard off, you look like Santa Claus," I say.

"Your rooms are located near the cargo, take the bottom stairs" the man spits.

We both run up the stairs, to the front of the ship. I grasp the railing and step up; "I'm the king of the world!"

As I get back down, I notice a young woman with red hair reading a book on a deckchair, beautiful and elegant. For one split second she looks at me. I smile, she smiles back.