Titanic (Asmodeus X Fizzarolli)

Chapter Three: The First Day At Sea

The Captian came on deck next to First Officer William Murdoch. This Maiden voyage for the Titanic would be the Captan's last trip before retiring and he was prepared to make the most of it. The Captain ordered Murdoch to take her out to sea and see what she could do. Murdoch left the Captain to give orders to the people below deck. They received their orders and made the engines go faster.

Meanwhile, in the boiler room, hundreds of men were shoveling coal to keep everything going and help to make the ship go faster. Up at the bow, Fizzarolli and Blitzø went to look over the front of the ship. They watched as the waves crashed against the bow and felt the wind through their hair. As Fizzarolli and Blitzø looked over the bow, dolphins started to swim ahead of the ship, occasionally jumping out of the water.

Blitzø looked out the horizon and told Fizzarolli that he could already see the Statue of Liberty. Very small, of course, as they weren't anywhere near America. So happy about all that was happening, Fizzarolli stood tall and yelled out that he was the King of the World. But let's go to the First Class dining room where Asmodeus, Agrat, Sarah, and everyone else they had met were talking with Mr. Ismay, someone from the papers, and Mr. Andrews, the ship's designer.

"She's the largest moving object ever made by the hand of man in all history," Mr. Ismay told everyone at the table, "And our master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews here designed her from the keel plates up."

"Well, I may have knocked her together but the idea was Mr. Ismay's," Mr. Andrews said, "He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale and so luxurious in its appointments that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is willed into solid reality."

"Hear, hear," Sarah said

Asmodeus took out a cigarette and lit it to have a smoke.

"You know I don't like that, Asmodeus," Agrat said to Asmodeus

Asmodeus just turned to his mother and blew smoke in her face. Sarah took the cigarette and put it out

"He knows," Sarah said

Sarah proceeded to order for both Asmodeus and herself, not even asking if Asmodeus even liked it. Asmodeus just stayed quiet and gave a fake smile. Molly noticed Asmodeus' discomfort and tried to lighten the mood

"Are you going to cut her meat for his, too, there, Sarah?" Molly joked, "Hey, uh, who thought of the name 'Titanic'? Was it you, Bruce? "

"Well, yes, actually," Mr. Ismay said, "I wanted to convey sheer size and the size means stability Luxury, and above all, strength."

"Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay?" Asmodeus asked him, "His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you."

While Mr. Ismay felt a little embarrassed and Agrat and Sarah disapproved of Asmodeus' comment, Molly and Mr. Andrews could only chuckle.

"What's gotten into you?" Agrat asked her son, appalled by his behavior.

Asmodeus excused himself and left to go on deck.

"I do apologize," Agrat said to Mr. Ismay

"He's a pistol, Sarah. Hope you can handle him," Molly said

"Well, I may have to start minding what he reads from now on, won't I, Mrs. Brown?" Sarah said, also appalled by Asmodeus' behavior.

But let's go back on deck to meet with Fizzarolli, Blitzø, and an imp they met. Fizzarolli was drawing a father and his daughter who were looking over the railing. The father was explaining to his daughter how the propellers worked. Fizzarolli wasn't a trained artist but he was exploring his craft during his travels. He had started to draw people and he had gotten quite good at it. But he still liked to practice.

"The ship is nice, huh?" Blitzø said making conversation with the imp they had met

"Yeah, it's an Irish ship," The imp told him

"Is English, no?"

"No, it was built in Ireland. Solid as a rock. Big Irish hands."

The man noticed that the dogs from First Class were being taken for a walk.

"That's typical. First-class dogs come down here to take a shit," he said annoyed

"Uh, it lets us know where we rank in the scheme of things," Fizzarolli told him

"Like we could forget? I'm Moxxie Knolastname," The imp finally introduced himself

"Fizzarolli."

"Hello," They shook hands

"Blitzø, the 'O' is silent," Blitzø introduced himself

"Hi," Moxxie shook his hand and looked back at Fizzarolli, "Do you make any money with your drawings?"

Fizzarolli got distracted, not being able to answer. He had looked up at the deck above them to see Asmodeus walking on deck. Moxxie noticed that Fizzarolli wasn't looking at him and looked in the direction Fizzarolli was looking.

"Oh, forget it, boyo," Moxxie told Fizzarolli, "You'd as like have angels fly out your arse as get next to the likes of him."

Fizzarolli didn't even hear Moxxie's comment. He was distracted by Asmodeus, just staring at him as he looked out to sea. Asmodeus felt eyes on him and looked down to see Fizzarolli watching him. He looked away for a moment before looking back at him. Blitzø waved his hand in front of Fizzarolli to try and get his attention but he didn't look away. Sarah suddenly walked up to Asmodeus, getting his attention. She voiced her disapproval of what he had said inside before Asmodeus walked off.

She called out to him, saying she hoped he was proud of what he said. But he ignored her and went back inside. Later that day, everyone was sat down having dinner while Asmodeus contemplated his life up until this point. He had seen his whole life as if he had already lived it: An endless parade of parties and cotillions, yachts and polo matches always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. Asmodeus felt like he was standing at a great precipice with no one to pull him back, no one who cared or even noticed.