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

35: Cherbourg

At 5:30 that night, Scott and I watched the passengers from Cherbourg, France come aboard from the boat ferries. Scott and I held each other's hands as we watched the crew of the smaller ship touch the Titanic and I waved to them. Scott laughed at me and I held his arm as I waved.

"You are a crazy little girl," he said and I smiled at him as I jumped off the railing to look at him.

"This was your life," I told him. He cocked his head and gave me a confused look.

"What was my life?" he asked. I sighed and looked around.

"You were on ships like this every day and saw places that I could only dream about. You were at the will of God's good humour on where you were going," I told him.

"That is true. White Star Line took me everywhere in the world. Japan, California, Africa, South America, hell, I went to Australia. But what is the problem?" he asked.

"You gave it all up," I stated. He closed his eyes.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You are marrying me as a first class man. We won't do work like you use to. Emma and Robert do everything for us now," I stated.

"You went to Paris, right?" he asked. I was taken aback but his sudden inquiry.

"I did. I went to art school there but that has nothing to do with what we are talking about," I said. He sat me on the deck chair and sat next to me.

"I've never seen Paris. And going to London with you was the first time I had been," he said, "I'm ready to stay on land for a little bit and see what you would've seen if you went to America alone."

"I don't want you to leave the ocean," I told him.

"I don't want you to leave the land," he told me. I stared at his eyes and he rubbed my hand. "You are beautiful and the land is your home. I can't take you away from that."

"Scott," I muttered as I hugged him. He rubbed my back and I closed my eyes.

"Well, that was easy to find our British friend and her fiancé," a familiar voice said. We looked over and saw Molly and the Astors walking towards us. Scott stood and I stayed sitting, realising that Scott was giving him up his life for me.

"Mrs. Brown, I knew that the sun was shining brighter," Scott said as he kissed her hand. "I thought that you wouldn't be joining us on the trip."

"My son has fallen ill so the Titanic was the quickest way to get home," Molly said. I stood and forced a smile.

"Well, surely America is the best place for your son. He is certainly under the best care in America," John said. I clasped my hands in front of me but didn't really join the group.

"Of course. It's America," Scott said. I walked to the railing and looked at the horizon but I kept listening.

"London seemed so dirty to trust their medical locations," Maddie said and I started to draw circles on the wooden rail.

"Now, London has always been slightly different than the states," John said. I felt my cheek get wet so I shut my eyes.

"Why do you think that we lead a revolution against them?" Molly asked. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Excuse me," I said as I ran past the group and straight to the suite. I opened the door and closed it.

"Miss Morgan, are you doing well?" Emma asked. I turned around and looked at Emma.

"Emma, are you from Britain?" I asked. She stared at me.

"Yes, miss. I am from Southampton," she stated. I nodded and heard the door open so I ran to the bedroom and shut that door. I dived into the bed and put my face into the pillows.

"Mae?" Scott asked. I buried my face further into the pillows. "What's wrong?" he asked as he touched my back and I moved away.

"Nothing," I said into the pillows. He pulled me up by my shoulders so he could look at me. He took the tears off of my cheeks.

"Mae, you are crying. Please tell me what's wrong," he said. I sniffled and he cupped my face.

"I don't think that I'm ready for a move to America," I said, "I love London. I love Britain and the crown. I don't know anything about America and their mannerisms. And everyone keeps saying that America is better and I know London isn't the best of places but-."

"We can go back to London," he said. "We can get off here or we can get off at Queenstown. We can go back to London if that is what you want." I stared at him and fell back to my face into the pillows.

"I don't want you to be stuck in London," I mumbled. He rubbed my back and I hugged the pillows.

"You can think about it and we can get off at Queenstown if you want to get off," he said. He sounded so sad. So depressed that we might stay in Europe and not go to America.

"Help me," I said as I sat up. He gave me a confused look.

"With what?" he asked. I took a deep breath.

"Teach me how to be, I don't know, American," I said. He pulled the clip holding up my hair and I shook out my hair.

"Why would you want to be American?" he asked. I looked at him through my eyelashes.

"I don't want to be the outsider of the American society. I don't want to embarrass my fiancé and ultimately my husband," I told him. He lifted my head and smiled.

"You and I can make America special for us and our family. You have the cutest accent that American socialites will find interesting enough to speak about forever," he said.

"You think that my accent is cute?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. I hugged him, putting my head into his neck.