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

59: Unloading

I could go into details about what happened on the Carpathia but the only thing that is important is the sadness. Other than one confrontation that I felt pretty good about afterwards.

"They think that JJ didn't survive," Maddie told me as we sat on the deck. I looked around and saw Scott talking to Officer Lowe.

"You will be okay. Scott and I are here to help you," I stated and she looked at me.

"I'm glad that I have friends like you and Scott," she said. I smiled as I saw Mr Ismay walking out from the Captain's quarters. I stood and stepped in his way.

"Miss Morgan, how are you this evening?" Mr Ismay asked. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.

"I am mourning the lost of friends from the disaster that you ran away from. You let your friends die on the ship. You are a coward!" I yelled. A group of people looked at me.

"Miss Morgan, please," Mr Ismay said.

"Mrs Astor lost her husband because of your incompetence of not putting more lifeboats. And you ran away from your responsibility of the director of White Star Line," I said. He grabbed my arms and shook me.

"I was a passenger!" he yelled at me and continued shaking me until someone pushed him off of me.

"You touch her like that again, I will tell everyone everything," Scott sneered at him under his breath. Officer Lowe held me as Scott yelled at Mr Ismay and Officer Lowe shook his head at me as I went to approach the men.

"You are lucky I got off because everything you want would have been gone as well," Mr Ismay said. Scott looked at Officer Lowe and they both laughed.

"Scott was going to quit after this voyage because he came into a great fortune from a friend that passed away but if you don't hold up your side of the deals, you might be the first survivor to die," Officer Lowe stated. Mr Ismay stepped away and adjusted his jacket before walking past us. Scott walked to me and held my arms as he watched Mr Ismay walk away.

"When were you going to tell me?" I asked. He rubbed my arms as he looked at Officer Lowe.

"Soon enough to let you know that you can have anything that you ask for no matter what you ask for," he told me and I smiled at him.

***

Other than that, nothing happened on the Carpathia that made the Carpathia turn everything around but it made everyone closer as a group. I spent a lot of time with Scott and just counting my prayers that I still had him.

18 April 1912, I looked at the Statue of Liberty as the ship pulled into the New York harbour. Scott was finalising with Mr Ismay and I watched the statue go by us as hands touched my waist. I looked over my shoulder and saw Scott.

"We made it to America," I whispered. He kissed my cheek and held my waist as he looked up at the statue.

"Home, sweet home," he muttered as he looked at the sky line that was our new home.

"We will make a good home here. A happy home," I stated. He rubbed my arms and turned me around.

"I have something to show you once we dock. Or rather someone," he said.

"It's almost 9 at night," I stated. He laughed and nodded.

"He knows we are coming," he said as a Carpathia officer walked over.

"Excuse me, did you give your names yet?" the officer asked. We looked at him and shook our head.

"I am Scott Sire and this is my fiancée Miss Mae Morgan," Scott told him and the officer nodded.

After the ship docked, Scott held my arm as we walked off and I was slightly unstable but Scott helped me as much as possible. There was press everywhere trying to ask about the Titanic but Scott held up his arm and tried to block my face from the press. We were already told that we had to attend the American Inquiry about what happened on the 20th and I wasn't mentally prepared for it but Scott pulled some strings and got us a private board so no one heard what we said.

"How did you survive?"

"Is Mr Astor alive?"

"How about Mrs Astor?"

"Have the-?" Scott got the taxi door open and let me in. He shut the door and ran around to get it.

"Where to?" the taxi driver asked. I looked at Scott.

"The shipbuilder's yard," Scott said and the taxi started moving.

"I think I know where we are going," I whispered. He smiled and held my hand.