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

6: A Deal

I sat on the deck as the sun set on the evening on 3 April 1912 while Scott was arguing with Mr. Ismay about the future that he created for us that we didn't want. But, alas, after four hours of fighting, an agreement had yet to be reached according to my end. I had my sketch book and I drew the crew that was working on the deck.

"Mae, I'm sorry I am late but I had to ensure that Mr. Ismay couldn't turn out of the deal of supporting us," Scott said as he sat next to me and he moved my hair.

"And the deal?" I asked.

"He will pay for the wedding and anything else we would need while he buys us a factory that we will own and get the profit from to hold our standing," he said as he looked at the sunset.

"My father will be beyond angry when he finds out about our future together," I said as I looked up from my drawing. He looked over at me and sighed.

"We'll figure it out and he will understand," he said as he looked down to see my drawing of the crew. "You drew this." It was more of a statement in awe then a question.

"I did. I like drawing people," I said as he picked up the paper. I watched his facial expressions and then a small smirk appeared on his face.

"I don't know how I feel about my future wife drawing men in the nude," he said as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I looked down and saw a male model posing for the drawing with everything on display. I shut the folder and looked at Scott.

"I was in Paris, once. Men and women are more than happy to model for artists," I told him as I stood up. "And as much as I am your future wife, don't expect me to treat you like my future husband. I am only doing this because Mr. Ismay threatened my father's job." I started walking away and he ran to cut me off.

"I know which is why I propose a deal," he said. I raised an eyebrow as he put his hands on his hips.

"And what does this deal entail?" I asked. He motioned to the lounge chairs and I sat down on one as he sat next to me on the same chair.

"While we are on the Titanic, we act and treat each other as a true engaged couple and if you absolutely loathe me by the end, we go through with the wedding but it will be free for us to find other people," he said, "But if even a small part of you enjoys my company, well then we make it work." I thought about it and looked at the folder I was holding to hug it.

"You have a deal," I said as I looked at him and nodded. He smiled and stood. He offered his hand and I took it gently.

"Well, there is a dinner tonight in the dinning hall. Thomas wants us to join him so he can teach you a few things about dinners," he said. I took his hand and we linked arms as he started leading me to the dinning hall.

"Scott, wait," I said. He stopped and turned around to look at me.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he stood in front of me.

"I'm scared." He sighed and gave me a hug. I would be lying if I said that he didn't give good hugs. I sighed as he pulled away.

"Don't worry. You will be fine. It's super easy with little tricks. I'll make sure that you don't make a mistake," he said.

"That's not why I'm scared. I've been to first class dinners before," I stated as I sat on a bench that was a few feet away from the entrance to main dining hall.

"Then why are you scared?" he asked as he sat next to me. I bit. I bit my lip and shook my head as he touched the top of my hand. "Please tell me so I can at the minimum I can help you," he whispered.

"What do you care? We've only just met," I stated as I turned away from him.

"Talking is what engaged couples do. Please help me help you," he said. I closed my eyes and sighed as I turned back to look at him.

"If I mess up or Mr. Ismay decides that he needs something more from me, he will threaten my father. My father's job is resting on my shoulders and if I make my father lose his job, you may not have a bride for very long," I said.

"Once Mr. Ismay holds up his deal, your father will never have to work another day in his life. In fact, at our factory, if he wishes, he will be the head manager of the factory," he said.

In that moment, I could see a meaningful relationship with Scott for a long time that would make me happy. He cared about my father and he seemed to care about me. Granted, part of it was we had started our deal but he seemed to really care. It made me smile at him and think that I could survive a life with him.

"Thank you, Scott," I said.

"Are you ready for dinner with Thomas?" he asked and I nodded.