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Pairings: Duncan/Courtney/Justin. Minor: Geoff/Bridgette, Noah/Izzy.

"You have come to show you, go on."

The Ship of Dreams

Chapter Three

~*Courtney (April 10, 1912)

A salty breath of wind past by me swiftly as I clutched tighter to the railing in front of me. Standing on one of the upper decks, I had a clear view of most everything ahead. Children were laughing and playing with spinning tops and other little toys, groups of people talked. They seemed to be having fun.

Unlike me, the pampered princess, who had to prepare for a party later that evening.

I let a sigh escape my lips before noticing a face that seemed to stand out in the crowd.

He had the most beautiful teal eyes—which is the first detail of him I actually captured. And he was…looking at me?
He looked to be a third class passenger—but there was also something about him that made him look…bad.

I squinted my eyes a bit, getting a better view of the young man, taken aback. He had a smug expression, as though he were mocking me.

I instantly narrowed my eyes at him, and he looked amused. Because of this, I turned my head away so I faced the sea. Honestly, it was hard to keep my gaze away, so I turned my head back towards the young man to see he was still watching me.

I tapped the tips of my fingers against the railing as a way to relieve stress as I glared at him once more. Why did he irritate me so much?

I blinked a few times, looking at my feet.

Of course, glaring isn't something a proper lady is supposed to do.

My cheeks heated a bit in embarrassment at my own actions. But in a way, I felt an exhilaration run through my body. Excitement. I wondered why.

"Courtney, why on earth are you out here?" I heard Justin's voice behind me, almost making me cringe.

"I just needed some fresh air." I told him simply, keeping my gaze content and ahead. I didn't bother looking back at him.

I felt Justin's fingers take a firm grip around my arm, twirling me around so I could face him. He flashed one of his signature smiles at me, as though he were trying to gain my attention.

"Come, dearest. You need to prepare for the party." He sounded as though this was something to be excited about. I tried not to look disappointed.

"I'll come when I'm ready." I replied firmly, trying to turn away. Justin's grip tightened on my arm.

"You should listen to what I say, you know." He replied, flipping his hair back a bit.

Was he that desperate to gain my attention?

"Fine." I responded, tipping my head up a bit before brushing past Justin. I had to keep my dignity, even when my world was slowly crumbling to pieces.

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I readied myself for the party with Bridgette, just as I had earlier. Only now, I was wearing a gown of silky, pastel purple and white lace. I was wearing colors that didn't seem to match my mood. It was a rather long dress as well, so I'd have to be careful not to trip over myself.

"Good luck, Courtney." Bridgette smiled weakly at me as she watched me leave the room once more.

"Thank you, Bridgette." I replied calmly as I walked out, focusing on my feet as I walked. I would have offered her a friendly smile, of course, but my mood protested against it. I wasn't feeling my best today. Not at all.

I walked through the different narrow hallways of the first class floor before reaching the same glass doors that lead me into the deep end. I inhaled a deep breath before pushing my way through.

I headed to our table, taking the same seat I'd taken earlier today, next to Justin.

The polite clatter of forks and knives against delicate china plates sounded like weapons being prepared for battle in my mind. I stared down at my plate, my fork held steady in my hand. I bit my lower lip as hard as I possibly could to keep myself from screaming.

I was exactly where I was earlier and every day.

I placed my fork down without an appetite to eat anything, feeling rather sick to my stomach. Around me, Heather and Lindsay were discussing some fancy and expensive line of jewelry with my mother, and the men talked of business and politics.

And again, Justin was gazing at himself in the wine glass, checking to see if he caught anything in his teeth.

"You should really put the glass down." I whispered to him so no one else around us could hear.

Justin sent me a sideways glance with suspicion in his eyes before slowly setting the wine glass down gently on the white table cloth.
"You can't tell me what to do," He told me firmly, but still in a whisper in so no one around us could hear.

"You spend hours getting ready for parties already. I don't feel that you'd need to check yourself every few minutes." I explained myself, crossing my arms.

"Because I always look good, right?" Justin asked me with a somewhat mocking smirk.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the table.

"Of course you do." I said, fiddling around with the silky napkin in my lap.

"That's my girl." Justin smiled as he picked up his wine glass again. Of course, I never had the right to give him my personal opinions.

And his words disgusted me.

I was to be married to him, though! I shouldn't be feeling this way!

I scolded myself in my mind, finding that I was feeling rather unusual, ever since I stepped foot on the Titanic. I wanted to be…independent.

Glancing at Justin, still looking at himself with admiration, I noticed he could never love me more than he loved himself.

I gulped as I thought of life being married to the man. And now that I thought of it, it scared me. Being forced to follow every command he gave me as he gazed at himself in mirrors and hung portraits of himself on the wall.

And on top of that, I'll still be forced into coming to these meaningless, endless parties.

I don't want to take that path.

I'm drowning on land.

~*Duncan (April 10, 1912)

It was a beautiful afternoon and I usually wasn't one to say something like that. The ship was moving fast after its final stop and all there was between us and New York was a bunch of water.

Geoff, Trent and I were standing by the front of the ship looking out into the water. Geoff and I had actually made good friends with Trent in the past few hours. The guy was pretty weird in my opinion, but still an okay guy.

"So what's the first thing you're doing once you get to New York, dude?" Geoff asked Trent. The young black haired man scratched his chin in thought.

"Probably get a job and a place to live," he said honestly. I rolled my eyes.

Average good guy wanting to earn things the real way.

"First thing I'm doing when I get there is mugging one of these rich stuck up losers and finding myself a nice alley," I told my friends confidently. Hey, a guy needed to get a start somehow, and I wasn't about to get a job.

"Wow, you're really straight forward," Trent chuckled. I laughed too. I turned to look up to the first class deck seeing if I saw a loser worth robbing later.

But, I found just the opposite.

I saw a girl, tan skin, beautiful brown hair looking out at the water. I wasn't one to talk about any kind of love-like emotion, but she was beautiful. Like a princess. I smirked looking at her. I had a smug looking expression on my face as I looked at her.

Her gaze traveled over to me.

When I looked into her onyx eyes, I instantly labeled her a good girl. The stuck up kind who only cared for herself. She narrowed her eyes at me too. I chuckled lightly amused by her and then she quickly turned away from me and looked out towards the sea.

I kept my gaze on her though not wanting to look away. I just kept watching her and eventually she turned back to face me. She glared again and I just smirked.

She looked down and then back up at me and blushed lightly. Her blushing was a cute site and it made me think twice about her personality.

Maybe if we met…No! She obviously was some stuck up girl and I was a third class criminal. But, I could tell she wanted me. What girl didn't?

My eyes widened as a man approached her and grabbed her arm. She began talking with him. The man looked like he cared more about himself than the actual girl. The rich stuck up, narcissist type. After a moment he dragged her away.

"What are you looking at dude?" Geoff asked. I didn't turn to face him, but I could tell his gaze went to the girl who was walking away. "Man, that girl is pretty good looking dude!"

I turned to face Geoff finally and smiled. "Yeah, hey if you think I could sneak up to first class I could get a date?" I asked my friend. The girl was pretty, that interested me. Maybe meeting her would be fun, I don't know.

"Forget it," I heard Trent speak up. I looked over at him.

"Why dude, what's up?" I asked Trent confused. He rolled his eyes lightly, he appeared to be annoyed.

"You didn't see that guy with her? Obviously a boyfriend or maybe even a husband," he said. "Trust me; I've met some rich girls in my life who are deceiving. And I know for a fact that even if you wanted to, you could never get next to the likes of her."

I sighed, knowing Trent was right. I decided to shrug it off as I turned my attention back to the sea. Maybe I couldn't have the girl, but I was determined to get next to her. Even if I had to stay up all night to do it.

~*Noah (1996)

"I felt like I was a prisoner on that ship," my grandmother said sadly. She was looking down at the ground. Remembering her early time on the ship must have been painful, I assumed. "It was like no one listened to me, like I was ignored."

"Wow, that doesn't sound like too much fun," Izzy pouted as she crossed her arms stubbornly. "And that Justin guy sounds like a real creeper. I don't know why you would marry a guy like him, sounds like the lying type!"

"Sometimes we didn't have a choice back then," my grandmother answered softly. Izzy looked appealed and I chuckled lightly before turning to my grandmother.

"So if you felt like that, what did you do?" I asked now totally interested in the story. It was just like having a book read to me. "Did your time ever get better? And when do you meet this Duncan guy?"

My grandmother chuckled.

"Don't worry that's coming soon," she said. "But, watching your life pass you by was never a pleasant experience. I was desperate for a way out and that night I thought I found one and no one was going to stop me."

My eyes widened. I never thought my grandmother would do something like that. Izzy just sat there, her face wasn't readable. I sighed wanting to hear the next part in the story.

~*Courtney (April 10, 1912)

I had dismissed myself from the party early. I had made the excuse of being sick and Justin let me come back to the suite. I did feel physically sick.

My reality made me want to vomit, my head felt like it was spinning and the image of me at my marriage ceremony kept popping its way into my head.

I prayed Bridgette would be still cleaning the suite. I needed someone to talk to.

I entered the suite and didn't see any sign of her. "Bridgette!" I called out hoping she was just in another room. I stood in the doorway for a few moments waiting for an answer. I didn't get one.

After a minute, I shut the door and walked into the suite. "Bridgette, I need you immediately!" I yelled, hoping she was still here.

She hadn't heard me that had to be it. I couldn't be alone, I needed someone, someone who knew and cared.

Still there was no answer.

I made my way to the large dresser on the other side of the room. I looked into the large mirror on it and observed my reflection. On the outside I looked composed, I was still dressed beautifully, the picture of wealth.

But when I looked at my eyes, I saw the misery I truly felt.

Through the onyx in my eyes I saw the pain, the longing for something more and pure fear of the future. Those three things were things I would never show outside, but if anyone who cared look, they could see them written all over my face.

I knew now that Bridgette wasn't coming, I was here alone, forced to stare at the reflection I hated so much. It made me sick, it infuriated me. It had to change.

I began to breathe deeper, I felt like it was harder to breathe. I couldn't stand my reflection any longer. Something was coming over me; I didn't know what to think anymore.

In a moment a fury, I screamed and began to shake violently. I sent my hand through my hair making it look sloppy and undoing the hard work Bridgette had done on it. I tried to take my dress off, but my hands were shaking, I had no feeling in them it was impossible.

My dress was wrinkled now; I had fiddled with it and tried to violently tear it off, but to no luck. I looked in the mirror now; I looked like a complete wreck. Tears were running down my cheeks and finally, I appeared how I felt.

I looked insane almost. But I wasn't alright.

"What's wrong with me?" I cried out loud breathing deeper than before. I was a mess, something you would see in a hospital. It had all finally come to the service.

I wasn't calm, cool or collected, I wasn't happy with my life. I just wanted it all to end. It had to end I couldn't live like that any longer.
Feeling trapped wasn't a way I could live anymore. Nothing was fair, nothing was right. The rich spoiled princess was complaining about unfair life. It showed how wrong I was.

I was rich, I was supposed to have it all, but I was nothing like the women at the party. I wanted something more and I wasn't going to find it here.

It had to end. It was going to end now.

Without thinking, I quickly turned around and ran out of the suite, not caring what people thought of my appearance. I ran down the hall crying, making my way towards the ship's stern.

I knew what I was doing and no one was going to stop me.

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