The Ship of Dreams

Chapter 1: The Titanic

I watched as the door to our Renault opened and my sister asked to be helped out of the expensive vehicle. I climbed out right after she was safely out of the way, and this was my first look at the magnificent ship docked. It was truly stunning, and you could smell the fresh paint on it! I rolled my eyes as I heard my sister comment on the Titanic's size and how it isn't much larger than the Mauretania. I rolled my eyes. She has always been difficult to impress.

"Your daughter is far too difficult to impress Ruth," Caledon (my sister's horrifying fiancée) told my mother as she climbed out of the Renault.

"So this is the ship they claim is unsinkable," my mother says softly.

"It is unsinkable! This sh-what couldn't even sink God?" Caledon began to speak but was cut off by a White Star Line employee.

After we had sorted our belongings and passed the health check, we began walking up the gang plank that led to the ship. It was truly amazing, but when I looked over at my sister Rose, I knew exactly how she felt. Trapped. And I know why: she has to marry Caledon, which I don't blame her for. Mother was pressuring her to marry him because the money had run out. My father died early last year, leaving us with nothing, but a rose-colored girl would have no trouble finding a suitable husband. She was stunning! her fiery red hair that curled beautifully and could be pinned back, her lovely blue-green eyes that sparkled in the light

Our group boarded the luxurious ocean liner and made our way down the halls until we found our room, which had red-brown walls and gold accents. The furniture was pricey and luxurious. Overall, it was fit for royalty, and to be honest, I would have been happy with a second or third class room, but that's not how Caledon travels.

"Okay, thank you." I said this while exhaling a deep breath I had no idea I was holding.

"What exactly was it?" I said, in the calmest tone I could muster at the time,

"It's the engines, Miss, we've started moving!" exclaimed my maid, Katherine.

I panicked when I felt a jolt that shook the room.

I walked through every room until I returned to the living room and saw Rose pulling out her wonderful paintings that Caledon had purchased for her.

"Is it this one, Miss?" inquired Trudy, her maid.

"No, it had a lot of faces on it," Rose said, sighing happily as she looked through the think pieces of canvas.

"This is the one!" she remarked, holding up a wonderful painting of people standing next to each other.

"Would you like them all out, Miss?" asked another maid as she unpacked more paintings.

"Yes, we need some color in the room," Rose said as she examined the painting she was holding. Rose jumped when I let out a small laugh.

"Oh, Amelia, I didn't notice you!" she said, placing a hand on her chest

"They're really lovely," I said quietly of the paintings.

"Who did they paint?" With a thick British accent, Trudy inquired.

"Is it something by Picasso?"

"God! Not again with those finger paintings!" Caledon said tiredly as he walked in from our private walkway, while Lovejoy directed the butler to where he keeps that hideous safe.

"They were certainly a waste of money," Caledon said as he sipped his fine champagne.

"The difference between Cal's and my taste in art is that I have some." Rose grumbled and rolled her eyes.

"They're fascinating," I remarked as I examined the masterpiece in front of me. I can't believe some people have the ability to create such works of art and beauty!

"Like being inside a dream or something," I said, turning to face Rose, who was looking at me with pride. Rose is a year and three months older than me; she is 18 and I am 17.

"There is truth but no logic," she said as she looked at the painting of a ballerina she was holding.

"At least they were cheap," Caledon laughs. I really dislike this man; it sickens me to think he'll be my brother-in-law, but I suppose that's a little selfish; after all, I'm not the one marrying him, right?

That night, our while party ate dinner with the rest of the first-class rich snobs. God! These people make me want to cry! And I know my sister is thinking the same thing I am. That night, I changed into my silky nightgown and kissed my children goodnight. I fell asleep listening to the waves crashing against the ship and gently swaying it.

CHAPTER 2 COMING SOON