Titanic: Love Will Always Find A Way

Chapter l: April 10th, 1912

💐Chapter l: April 10th, 1912💐

Feliciano

"Wow!"

The bustling streets where~a filled to the max of the rich and powerful. Most were first class... which really isn't that~a surprising. All the spouses of the wealthy probably were~a buying the latest trends of fashion in Paris since it's~a obtaining new things that every woman wants from dresses, to jewelry, and probably the gigolos but shh...

Cherbourg, France... He's never mentioned this~a nice place in all the years I've known him. All he talks about is how~a Paris is growing in beauty and~a art or brags about how his cooking is superior to mine but... The one thing you~a learn from him... is how to drown~a him out.

I~a look at a clock that graces the dockside; it says 6:14. Looks like First Class is almost done boarding. Might as well start making my~a way over to the gangplank..."Kittey!" I say loudly as I~a turn my head to see a cute grey kitten in a box in a near by alleyway.

I run over to it and pick it up from~a under it's legs. It's tongue tickles my face as she begins to lick my face. I laugh and giggle as I hold her in the air.

"The kitty is cute! Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty!" She meows softly as I pet her.

After a moment of playing, I start to develop this misterioso... feeling... as if I'm being watched. I~a slowly look back over my shoulder and see a man; tall and thin... in a black suit... all ready on board. He stands on the bow of the Titanic with a glass of some type~a alcohol, most likely white wine.

I turn~a back to the box and put down the kitten. As I leave, I hear her call with a soft meow. I look~a back and... I just can't leave~a her. I turn around one~a last time and pick her up and put her in~a my small, hand held bag. I leave the zipper open so she can get~a air when I'm being checked in while having her not detected. I don't~a know if it costs a fee.

I begin my exit from this icky alleyway, when I~a see a group of men blocking the way like a game of cat and mouse when the mouse is cornered. The man who was on the bow had disappeared along with~a his glass and I'm official screwed... I FORGOT MY WHITE~A FLAG!

They started talking but I didn't really understand what they were saying since~a... They were speaking in French. Soon, they look back at~a me and start walking in my direzione, so I back~a up until I hit a dead end. They rip my~a luggage away from me violently and start tearing it apart in search for something... After they don't find~a what they want, that's when I start I start to panic.

I can feel the tension rising quickly as I am counting down the seconds to get~a hit. I start yelling 'I surrender! Don't hurt me!" stuff like that in my language but how would they know what I'm saying. THEY'RE~A FRENCH!

Right as one takes a swing and I slide to the ground on the wall, several polizia come in and tap them~a on the shoulder. The last one grabs me hand and helps me~a collect my things when the others take the men away.

As we exit the alley, I glance up to the bow and see him once again leaning against the railing, glass half full. He doesn't look at me as I walk~a by, he probably wasn't either before. Maybe it was my immaginazione. "Meow."

"Shh cute kitty! Kitty, I will~a play with you later after we get~a on board." I whisper into the bag. The polizia escorts me to the gangplank for which everything goes smoothly there on out.

I follow the stewardess to my room on D deck; exactly the first off of our grand stairs case. Though, not as luxurious as first class', it was still~a sight to be hold.

My room is fantastico! I can't believe this is second class. Once the stewardess left, I~a opened my bag and take out kitty. I~a place her gently on the plush, red bed as I begin to unpack my things. Whenever I~a travel, I~a unpack; I hate grabbing clothes out of my luggage. They always come out creased if you~a do that.