I'll never let go..| A titanic inspired story 🚢

Goodbye England. (Chapter 4)

The trek up the stairs to the top deck was quite frightening. It was apparent that both James and I were scared of heights. We both clung to each other's arms fearfully like a pair of children clinging to their mother for reassurance. I didn't dare to look down so I kept my eyes straight forward, focusing on my destination.

The three of us were greeted by multiple smiling men who took our luggage straight to our private room whilst we joined the rest of the first class people on the highest deck to wave goodbye to the people who weren't boarding. I was sure that Abigail would take a few minutes to wave goodbye to me.

We climbed a pearly white stair case to the top deck to join the other people. Many women and men leant over the railing, waving politely to their relatives and friends. One man lifted his top hat to the people below. Shining, the sun cast its joyous rays on us, creating a warmth throughout my body. This warmth comforted me quite and lot. Seagulls swooped past my head and called out their meaningful cry for the last time.

James gently took my hand and lead me to the railing that look out onto the sea and people below. A cool breeze hit my pale skin and I inhaled the strong scent of salt from the sea. The scent immediately brought back memories of the trip to the beach when I was 7 years old. I played with the sand for hours and I ran along the shore as the splash of sea water wet my bare legs.

These memories were one of my most fondest memories and I missed feeling happy in a way. I was making my way to America to start my new life, marry James and to create a family with him. James would get the joys of running his own business while I had to stand in the sidelines and watch the children for him. My father had insisted that the business was far better is American and it was James' best chance of carrying on his family business but he would be wealthy anyways. He came from a very rich family after all, just like me.

Scanning the land below, I immediately spotted Abi with her extravagant pink dress and bow in her hair. She waved her hand vigorously and I waved back too. It was rather sad to leave Abi but also exciting to be leaving for new york. I rested my head on James' shoulder and sighed deeply. James sighed too but in a relived way. He didn't move and started straight ahead.

A loud foghorn blasted its piercing sound to indicate that the boat was setting off. An abrupt movement of the boat jilted the boat forward and we were propelled away by Titanic's engine.

"Goodbye England." I whispered, watching the townspeople become further and further away.

"Goodbye indeed." James whispered back.