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

31: USMS New York

The 9th of April was filled with small talk and naps since I had to make sure that I wasn't using so much energy as to heal faster but both Scott and I knew that I wasn't going to be staying in the room on the 10th of April. I got dressed in a blouse and skirt while Scott got dressed in a suit that I must say looked absolutely dashing on him. Emma gave me a hat to wear and I refused.

"I am much too young for a hat like that," I said as Scott walked into the sitting room. I looked at him as he walked closer and touched my arms as I stood. We could hear people starting to enter their rooms.

"Now if you excuse us," Scott said as he led me out to the hall. We walked up the hall and I couldn't believe everyone that I was seeing. People that I had only read about or heard others talking about them.

"Scott, this is already the best thing that I have ever done or seen in my life," I told him as we started for the deck.

"I am glad that you are enjoying it," he said as a telegraphist walked up to us.

"Are you Miss Morgan?" the telegraphist asked. I stood up a little straighter.

"That would indeed be me. May I help you?" I asked. He held out a telegraph for me and I received it. Scott pulled out a shilling and gave it to the telegraphist as I opened the telegraph.

To Mae Morgan From Madeleine Talmage Astor

Dearest Mae, John had to go to France therefore we will be joining you in Cherbourg, France. Meet in the dining hall for dinner at 8:30. John and I will meet you there.

I folded the telegraph and looked at Scott who was watching the telegraphist as he walked away.

"The Astors had to go to France and they will be meeting us at 8:30 tonight for dinner in the dining hall," I told him.

"Very well," Scott said, but he sounded like he was lost in his thoughts as the telegraphist disappeared in the crowd of first class passengers.

"Scott, is something the matter?" I asked as I looked where Scott's eyes were wandering off to. He snapped out of it and looked at me.

"I just didn't like how that telegrapher looked at you," he said. I stared at him.

"Did you just say telegrapher?" I asked as he stared back at me.

"That is what he does for a living. He is a telegrapher," he told me and I looked at him like he was mental problem.

"Telegraphist," I corrected.

"My word, you British people always have to be different don't you?" he asked. I stuck out my bottom lip and shook my head.

"Britain was well established long before America was," I said and he smiled at me.

"I know," he said. I smiled and the ship gave off three loud and long whistles, making Scott's face light up. He grabbed my hand. "Come on!" he yelled as he started running. He ran up the stairs and to the top deck overlooking the port. I smiled as people waved and Scott stood me on the railing. I started waving and Scott started waving as well.

"Good bye, Britain! I won't miss you for a long time!" I yelled. A woman next to us laughed and I looked over.

"I apologise but I've never heard anyone say that about any country," the woman said. I smiled and Scott looked at me.

"I am Mae Morgan and this is my fiancée Scott Sire. Who are you?" I asked as I smiled at her.

"Elisabeth Walton Allen," she said and we all turned back to waving to the people bidding us good bye on the deck. I blew a kiss and Scott laughed at me until he got a grim look.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He looked at me and shook my head.

"Just listening to the officers. No one broke the champagne bottle against the bow which is unusual for any ship," he said, "Don't worry. Say good bye to Britain." I smiled and continued waving. The people lining up went for several docks and our spot on the stern was perfect to see everyone and have room.

"It is beautiful to see everyone on the deck wishes us a safe trip," I told Scott but he looked like he was somewhere else. I didn't want to bother him so I went back to waving. 

"Mae, move!" Scott yelled as he pulled me off the railing. I held his arm as other people like Scott told me to do as we heard the snapping of ropes. A ship came towards us and the crews on both the Titanic and the other ship started yelling to each other and their captains. The Titanic stop and I held on to Scott as the other ship was turned away. Scott ran to railing and looked over. He started yelling to the crew on the other ship and he stepped back as the other ship turned into the dock and was able to stop as well.

"Scott!" I yelled as I ran towards him. I hugged him.

"It's fine. Everything is going to be fine," he said as he wrapped his arms around me.

"What happened?" Elisabeth asked.

"Just the Titanic showing it's huge size. We just tore the USMS New York off the dock because of the undertow pulling the New York and snapping it's mooring ropes. We missed by maybe four feet," Scott said. He sounded concerned but the small group surrounding us started talking about how the little mishap shows how great the Titanic is and God wanted all of to survive.

"Scott, what's wrong?" I asked. He looked at the water then the USMS New York before looking at me again.

"That was a careless error. I knew they were moving too fast to be safe through this area. They should have slowed down," he said.

"You sound like you know what to do on a ship, Scott," Elisabeth said. I looked at her and Scott held my shoulders.

"I worked on ships my whole life since my father owned a ship," he said. Elisabeth nodded and started talking to an older lady.

"Do you think that we will be on our way soon?" I asked. He looked at the USMS New York and sighed.

"It depends on what they have to do to make sure that we won't pull the New York away again," he said. I nodded and I stood in his arms as everyone continued talking to each other about the Titanic.