My Story: R.M.S Titanic [Completed]

1: Miss Mae Morgan

On 2 April 1912, my father helped me load my belongings on the greatest ship of all time, the RMS Titanic. The ship wouldn't sail for another eight days but my father was in the selected crew in order to run the ship as one of the boiler crew men. Me, on the other hand, was allowed to come since I was his eighteen year old daughter that just wanted to get to America. Mr. Ismay agreed to let have a third class passenger bed if I dressed like a lady and joined him for dinner every night.

"Father, when will I be able to see you?" I asked. He moved my hair that I let down and went to my mid back.

"I don't know, Mae," my father said as he placed my trunk on the floor at the foot of the bed, "But come by the boiler room every night and I'm certain that I will be able to give my sweet darling a little peck on the cheek." I smiled and touched my father's cheek.

"You ought be careful down there, Father. Boiler rooms are dangerous enough without it bein' on a ship," I told him.

"You ought to know by now that we are Morgans, Mae. A boiler room ain't goin' to hurt me," he said. I stuck out my lip at him.

"I am just tellin' you to careful down there. I read 'bout an explosion at a Rockefeller factory in the paper the other day in America," I said. He puffed his chest and gave his classic smile.

"That's reality. The Titanic ain't reality, Mae. This is a special place that welcomes futures and treats every passenger like royalty," he said. I smiled at my father as I sat on my trunk.

"Well, you know that I ain't trustin' any rich man who says somethin' is safe. Look what happened to ma," I said as he sat on the lower bunk across from me.

"I've told ya' a million times, Mae. Your ma's machine broke and killed her, no rich man is goin' to bother us down in his own ship when his life is at risk," he said. I sighed and looked at my lap. The toes of my boots were barely sticking out for me to see.

"I know that, Father. But you never know. Those 1st class folk are really pieces of art," I said. He ruffled my hair and I smiled.

"Mr. Ismay said that you can adventure every level of this god damn palace until the 10th. Go see everythin' and tell me all 'bout it," he said. I stood and nodded.

"I'll be back in time for supper," I told him as I wrapped my shawl around my shoulders. I quietly left the room that would be my home for a week or two and made my way to the elevator that would clearly be off limits to myself except for the dinners that Mr. Ismay would want with me. I went straight to the first class deck because I was willing to bet that I wouldn't be allowed on the first class deck in a matter of days. They wouldn't want it dirtied by me.

"Excuse me, may I help you?" a man asked as I stepped of the elevator. The man looked like he was rich and young but he regarded me as an equal.

"Oh, excuse me, sir. Mr. Ismay said that I was allowed to explore the ship until the 10th of April. I can go somewhere else if there is a problem with me bein' here," I said as politely as I could.

"You must be Miss Mae Morgan, the daughter of William Morgan? The boiler room man that wants his daughter in America?" the man asked. I nodded.

"Yes sir, that would be me. May I venture to ask your name?" I asked as he walked closer to me.

"My name is Thomas Andrews," he said as he took my hand to kiss the back of it. I froze.

"You're Mr. Thomas Andrews? The man that designed this great water palace?" I asked. I may not have seen much of the ship but all the papers called it the most luxurious of all the sea cruisers in the world. He smiled as he released my hand.

"That would be me, Miss Morgan. Now, what type of host would I be if I didn't show you my greatest design of my life?" he asked, offering me his arm to take. I linked my slender arm into his and he started walking down the hall that let out to a first class social room.

"My quarters were quite beautiful. I've never seen a quarters quite like it," I told him as we walked through the social room.

"And which class did Joseph place you in for the voyage?" he asked.

"Third class. That way my father can pay back the ticket. It's the only I can be on the Ship of Dreams and start my new life in America," I said.

"Now, I'll need to speak to Joseph about that little unkind feature of the arrangement that you are apart of. A beautiful lady such as yourself must be in first class," he stated. I shook my head.

"Now, you and I both be knowin' Mr. Andrews that a girl in my fashion will be stickin' out next to people such as Astors in first hclass. I would be an embarrassment to Mr. Ismay," I said. Mr. Andrews stopped and looked at me.

"Now, you surely don't think that you would be an embarrassment to Joseph now, do you? A beautiful lady like yourself?" he asked.

"Now, Mr. Andrews, you have a wife and she ought to be the most beautiful lady that you ever lay your holy eyes on," I told him. He smiled as he continued walking.

"Miss Morgan, you should be calling me Thomas. Joseph invited you on the ship and I should be showing our honoured guest the same respect, if not more than you show me," he stated as he turned down another hall.

"Than Mae is more than proper enough for me," I said. He nodded and stopped at a door. I looked at the door. Suite B53. "Sir...?"

"Welcome to the most expensive suite aboard the Ship of Dreams, as you call it," he said.

"Thomas, I shouldn't be poking around in others' rooms," I stated as I tried to back away.

"Ms. Charlotte Cardeza and her son Mr. Thomas Drake Martinez Cardeza will be staying here and I only think that it's fitting that an honoured guest would see this room," he said as he opened the door for us to go into the room.

My breath was taken away from me by the sheer beauty of the room. The dark oak that lined the entire room and the couchs were the most beautiful things that I had ever seen in my short eighteen years of life. The room was absolutely beautiful. The fire place was something that I could only dream about in my books and see in magazines from a million other places but I never thought that I would see them up close and personal. I looked at the windows and looked at the water that seemed to worship the ship. I pulled my shawl back down to my shoulders to let my hair feel the sunlight that the Cardezas would feel in the window.

"Miss Morgan, you must see the bedroom," Thomas said as he offered me his hand. I took it and he escorted me to the bedroom that one of the Cardezas would be sleeping in.

The bed look beautiful and perfect. The sheets were never used and everything in that room was never used. I took my finger and ran it against the dresser that no doubt the Cardezas would be using.

"I told you to call me Mae, Thomas," I told him as I looked around before I looked back at him. He nodded.

"I will remember this time, Mae," he said as I walked around the room.

"Thomas, a crew member told me that you were in Suite B53 with a young lady," Mr. Ismay said. Thomas looked at his friend and nodded to him.

"I simply thought that Miss Mae Morgan would enjoy a tour of the ship that she calls the Ship of Dreams," Thomas said. Mr. Ismay looked at me.

"Well, Miss Morgan, how are you enjoying the most expensive room in the entire ship? But if we may, I wish to introduce you to the captain of the ship," Mr. Ismay said with a small smile towards me. I wondered how much of it was for show and how much was true. I'm pretty sure that it was mostly for show.

"Lead the way, Mr. Ismay," I said as I took Thomas's hand.