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

5: Fake to Real

Scott and I walked silently behind Thomas who was showing us what suite we were going to stay in during our fake engagement to America. I kept my head down with my hands folded in front of me while he had a sense of power as he walked with his head up and hands at his sides.

"Joseph, I mean Mr. Ismay, wants you two to stay in this room and act like an engaged couple in and out of the room," Thomas said. I nodded as he opened the door.

"That should be no problem Mr. Andrews," Scott said as he walked into the room. I looked at Thomas and he smiled at me.

"Thank you Thomas. I hope this works out for everyone," I said.

"As do I. I'll have the crew bring your trunk up from steerage," Thomas said.

"Please tell them to be careful. That is my mother's trunk. I will have to request payment if it is damaged," I told him. He nodded and I walked into the suite. Scott was standing by the fireplace and I looked around the suite that would be home until we reached the New York coast.

"Where is your family from?" Scott asked. I looked at him and he glanced over my shoulder.

"London. And yours?" I asked. He chuckled.

"What family? They all died when I was young and I started working on ships like this soon after," he told me. I clasped my hands around each other and dropped my head as he walked to the liquor bar on the other side of the room. "Probably shouldn't have been the first thing that we talked about," he muttered as he poured himself some whiskey.

"It's quite okay," I whispered as he drank some of his whiskey.

"When they come with your trunk, I'm going to act outraged that they misplaced it to keep up with the fact that we are engaged," he said. I nodded and he looked at me through the mirror.

"Why were you in the boiler room and why were acting like you had the same dialect as us?" I asked. He turned around and leaned against the wall.

"I was in the boiler room because I was a third class deck officer and I like to make sure that the hardest men on the ship are comfortable and the dialect is because I am one of us. My father was a factory worker and I started in the boiler room," he said as he walked to the couch and sat down.

"Do you think the Titanic is going to give us all our dreams? And that it is unsinkable?" I asked as I sat in the chair across from him.

"Unsinkable? Anyone that believes that is a fool. The Titanic is 52,310 tons of pure iron. She is just as likely to sink as any other ship," he said. "But giving us our dreams in America, that is a yes."

"I was hoping that you agreed with me on that it isn't unsinkable," I stated, "There is only 20 lifeboats that only work for a little over 1,000 people."

"I know that. I am just hoping that we don't have to consider the problems if we start to sink," he whispered. I sat silently on the chair and looked at the ground.

"Mr. Sire, your fiancée's trunk," a man said. I looked over at the man as Scott stood and walked over to the man.

"And where exactly was it?" Scott asked.

"In steerage, sir," the man said as his partner and him placed it on the ground.

"Does it look like it belongs there? Take it to our room please," Scott said as the men turned around to leave.

"Yes sir," the man said as they lifted the trunk again and walked into the nicest of the bedrooms. I stood and walked to Scott.

"You didn't yell at them," I whispered.

"I couldn't," he muttered as the men walked back out. Scott pulled out two pence coins and gave one to each man who smiled at the sight of it.

"Thank you sir," the second man said as they left the suite. Scott walked back to the couch and downed his whiskey as he stood up straight.

"Would you like to walked the deck with me?" he asked. I looked around and then nodded seeing that there was nothing I could do in the suite. He offered his hand to me and I took it only to have him place my arm in his so they were linked together.

We walked in silence. I think we both didn't know what to say since we were forced into doing something to save Mr. Ismay's reputation without a real say in what we do. I wanted to tell him so much about how this means nothing but I knew I would be lying because it would everything in the end. Scott and I were unmistakeablely intertwined forever.

"Mae, you know that we can make this work and then never see each other again," Scott finally said. I sighed.

"You and I both know that it will never work out that way Scott. It is a fake engagement but it is announced to the world. If we just not get married, the world of the first class will just be informed and everything will fall apart," I stated as we stopped and I held the railing. We were on the starboard side so I could see the horizon that was purely the clearest blue that I had ever seen. He held the railing, letting my arm drop. I placed my other hand on the railing as he put his head on the railing.

"I will be twisting Mr. Ismay's arm for more money than he is paying me already. Damn it, he knew that this would happen," he said as he gripped the railing harder.

"I'm sorry. This is my fault," I said. He looked at me as I dropped my head to look at the shining deck.

"This isn't your fault. It's Mr. Ismay's and I will make sure that he keeps up our first class status," he said and I leaned on his shoulder.