We got some fresh warm clothes and a toasty blanket, staff had said they were finding us all hotels and places to stay for a few days given we all had very little and nowhere to go, I suppose after all this all I had left in the world was the clothes I wore and my journal it was a little damp and cold but I felt so proud to have saved it and all the little trinkets from the ship. Menus, postcards and such like being reminded that the rest of them now sat at the bottom of the ocean likely forever.
A man approached us ledger in hand I'd seen him and others with similar ledgers taking names and information to reference the list saved by a crewman and the list the imitation had been expecting to tick us all off that we were surivers.
"Alright, Names please we'll get you ticked off and get you somewhere for the night" He says
"Course, Thomas Sangster"
"Class?"
"First."
"Thank you and you miss?"
"Y/n Y/l/n" I answered "Third class"
"Right two hotel rooms?" He asked
"Just one is fine" I smiled "Actually, can you change it?"
"Of course too what miss?"
"Y/n sangster" I smiled nuzzling into thomas' neck a little
"Awww darling" Thomas cooed cuddling me tighter
"No problem, We'll get you two out of here soon" He nods before scampering off elsewhere
"That's cute" Thomas smiled
"I think it suits me"
"It very much does"
YOU ARE READING
Take My Hand (Thomas Brodie Sangster)
FanfictionFive days Apon the sea, with two thousand people on the largest ocean liner. What could Go Wrong?
