Ship Of Dreams- Titanic/ Disney Descendants FanFiction

Chapter 4- Trapped

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April 10, 1912- Cherbourg

A woman came aboard named Margaret Brown. Some of the passengers called her Molly, history will call her "The Unsinkable Margaret Brown". Her husband had struck gold somewhere west, and she was what Bella called "new money".

April 11, 1912- West of Ireland

By the next afternoon, they were steaming west off the coast of Ireland. Nothing was ahead of them but ocean. Captain Smith told his right-hand man to go in full speed, and they did.

In the first class deck,  Ben, his family, and friend were having breakfast with Margaret Brown, Bruce Ismay, and Thomas Andrews

"She's the largest moving object made by the hand of man in all of history," Mr. Ismay explained to those around him. "And our master shipbuilder designed her from the keel plates up."

"I may have created her, but the idea was Mr. Ismay's." Mr. Andrews told everyone, "He envisioned a steamer so grand and scale, that it shall never be challenged."

While Ismay and Chad ordered their meals, Audrey got a cigarette and placed it on a smoking pipe. As she lit it, Bella whispered to her, "You know your parents don't like that, Audrey."

"She knows," Adam said, and took away from her and turned it off. He turned to the waiter and told him "They'll have the lamb, rare with little mint sauce."

"I don't like lamb," Audrey muttered.

"You and I both," Ben whispered to her.

"Who thought of the name Titanic?" Molly asked.

"I did," Ismay said. "I wanted it to relate to its size. Size means stability, luxury, and most importantly strength."

"Do you know about Dr. Freud?" Ben asked him.

"His idea on the male preoccupation with size might be of interest to you," Audrey said after him. Margaret and Mr. Andrews smiled, as did Chad. Mr. Ismay was shocked and confused, and Bella was shocked.

"What's gotten into you two?" Adam whispered to the couple. Ben and Audrey excuse themselves, and left the table and went out on deck. Chad got up and followed them, with Jane trailing behind him.

"My apologies." Ben's father said to everyone after the twin left.

"They're like pistols, Adam," Margaret told him. "Hopefully you can handle them."

"Well, I might have to choose what they read from now on, won't I?"

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At the stern, third class passengers were enjoying the sunny day outside. Mal was with Evie, sitting on a bench near the railing of the ship. The blonde haired woman was drawing a Chip and Cora with Mrs. Potts who was explaining to them how the ship worlds with the propellers.

"The ship is nice, huh?" Evie asked the two men next to her.

"Yeah. It's an Irish ship." The man said, his accent sounding American.

"It's English, no?"

"No, this ship was built in Ireland. 15,000 men built it, solid as a rock." As they talked, first class dogs walked by.

"That's typical," The other man said having an English accent and platinum blonde hair, "First class dogs come here to do their business."

"It lets us know where we rank in the scheme of things," Mal said to them.