━━ There Will Be Time
❛ officer harold lowe
may be the first person
to ever tame the wild heart
that belongs to
miss katherine davenport. ❜
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❛CHAPTER SEVENTEEN, forelsket ❜
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April 18, 1912
THE NAME ETCHED INTO the breast of the officer's greatcoat was the only thing that Katherine could focus on as she wrapped it around her shivering body. It was a painful reminder of Mr. Moody, the news of his death still fresh on her mind. She was thankful for Lightoller's honesty, for she no longer found herself hoping that she'd run into the kind officer on the decks of Carpathia; instead, she allowed herself to grieve for him, despite the short amount of time that she actually knew him.
Charles also confirmed that his other crewmates– Captain Smith, and both the Chief and First Officer– perished in the sinking alongside Moody, leaving him as the highest ranked surviving crew member. Although Katherine had no idea what life as a seaman was like, she could tell that the responsibility that had been thrown on the man's shoulders made it seem as if he'd aged years in just the few days since the sinking. When he visited her that morning, she did her best to raise his spirits, but it was obvious that the sinking had left a scar on everyone's hearts– including the officers who did their best to remain brave throughout the entire ordeal.
Katherine knew that she'd keep the coat given to her by James close to her for the remainder of her life, as a reminder of the kind-hearted officer whom she'd grown so fond of in such a short time.
Carpathia was scheduled to arrive in New York in just a few hours, and Katherine was more than ready to set foot on dry land once more. She began her voyage home with a love for the water, finding peace and serenity in the decks of a ship, but now she feared that she would never be able to go out on the water again without thinking back to Titanic.
With one last glance towards Mr. Moody's name stitched into the greatcoat, she turned on her heels and exited her stateroom. She met her mother and Mrs. Brown for tea in the dining saloon. The room was much smaller than the one on Titanic, and much less luxurious, but Katherine didn't mind at all. Although she found the intricate wood carvings that detailed the first class areas of Titanic beautiful, the accommodations aboard Carpathia seemed much more homey, more comforting.
Katherine didn't bother removing her coat in order to make herself presentable in the eyes of the other first class survivors. She took a seat at a table with her mother and Cecily Brown, doing her best to ignore the stares she received from nearby judgmental eyes. She remained silent while she listened to the small talk between the other two women.
Oh, her heart ached for Mrs. Brown, remembering what Maxwell had told her during their short interaction the day before; although George Brown died because he couldn't swallow his pride, she knew that his wife was suffering the loss greatly. As she glanced towards the woman, noticing the hollow look in her eyes, she realized just how lucky she was that her mother had gotten off of the ship safely– and Harold, as well.
