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The Titanic

"Please, I've got to get back home, I'm begging you, I'll do anything," A young beautiful American woman in a plane brown dress and brown curls falling out of her bun, beseeched the Titanic officer.

"We've got no jobs for ya. Only ones left are in the engine room shoveling coal, ya should've come earlier"

"But I couldn't, and I'll take that job."

"No, the jobs only going to the men. Ya gotta be strong, we're not gonna waist our time with you women."

A young scrawny boy walked up to the officer, "I'd like a job."

"Name?" the man asked.

"Clayton Masters," the boy said timidly.

The officer wrote it down on a list and stepped to the side, "Welcome aboard Masters, wait with the rest of the guys on deck."

"Thank you," the lad scurried up the plank.

"What? You're letting him onboard? I'll arm-wrestle him for the job," she proposed.

"Look lady, there are no jobs for you here, now get out of here before I forcefully remove you," he spoke sternly.

The woman turned around and slowly walked away. She had to get onboard, and fast. She was certain her employer would have noticed her absence by now and would have already sent out for her return. If he caught her, she would be subject to his wrath. She feared that she might not come out alive like the other times when he laid down his law. The woman gulped and shut her eyes as she tried to push her thoughts to the side and calm herself down. She needed a plan. She opened her eyelids and smiled at the sight that lay before her, and ran toward her solution.

~oOo~

"The first-class sections have a swimming pool, a gymnasium, squash courts, a Turkish bath, along with an electric bath and a verandah Café," a well dressed man in his late fifties explained.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's all rather fascinating, but what about the engines? Is it true that the ship's power comes from a combination of two reciprocating steam engines used to drive the port and starboard wing propellers, and a low-pressure steam turbine to drive the centre propeller?" A stunning raven haired British woman dressed in a fine cream dress, pared with a white lace umbrella in her gloved dainty hands, asked excitedly with shinning espresso eyes.

"You're going to have to excuse my wife, she finds mechanics rather enthralling; I'm consistently telling her; it's not a suited hobby for such a high class woman," a handsome gentleman with his arm wrapped around hers, forced a smile.

"And I'm constantly telling my husband that it's a lot more interesting than discussing fine china and thread counts," she smiled at him and gave him a slight shove, where she was met with a scowl. She couldn't help but chuckle at his constant disapproval towards her behavior.

The man escorting them chose to ignored their banter as he led them forwards, "Now we'll make our way to the dinning hall," he opened a door allowing them entrance.

"Wait, can we first walk the length of the deck, I'd very much love to see more of the outer ship before we proceed inside," The woman smiled.

"Very well then Ma'am," he almost replied in a sigh as he closed the door.

"I apologize for her, she does love to explore every inch of a vessel when she comes in contact with one," Her husband informed him.

"Yes, this is true," She smiled and gave their guide a wink, making sure to hide it from her husband. The man almost tripped over his own feet in reaction to her remark and playful action. The woman giggled with glee at the outcome that she received. "Shall we then?" She spun her husband to face their previous heading and pushed him along.

~oOo~

"Hey get back here you thief! Stop that woman!" A store clerk yelled out towards the densely crowded pier.

The brunette quickly weaved her way through the multitudes of people as she tucked her white shirt into her brown trousers, both in which she had just stolen from the boardwalk clothing store, along with a brown scally cap which she was now putting on her head as she shoved all her hair inside of it, after straitening her suspenders on her shoulders.

She approached the same officer and yanked her hat down in front of her face and kept her eyes on the ground. She cleared her throat and talked in a low voice, "look'n for a job," she spoke in an Irish accent to disguise herself even more.

"Name?"

"Ah… Myka…Bah…B-Bering, Myka Bering," she fumbled and gulped, wanting so badly to look up, but knowing that she couldn't.

"Bering eh," he said, "any relation to Shames Bering of Bering Steal?"

"Um, no Sir."

"Yeah, I guess you wouldn't be riding in such a manner if you were," he chuckled and moved to the side, "Welcome aboard Bering."

Myka let out the breath that she didn't realize she'd been holding as she scampered up the walk.

"Hey Bering!" the man called out as she was halfway up.

"Yeah?" Myka hollered back, not turning herself around to face him.

"Join the guys up top on deck; someone will be with ya workers shortly to show ya the ropes."

Myka simply nodded and started off, back up the plank.

~oOo~

The trio reached the end of the boardwalk where the woman went to the railing to look down and survey the lower deck, letting her eyes fall to a group of commonly dressed men. She could hear a low muffled voice briefing the men on some sort of procedure but she couldn't quite make it out.

"Aw yes," Their guide looked to where her gaze was, "Those are the new recruits for the engine room," he explained and tuned back to the woman's husband who was looking to the lifeboats that were on deck. "The lifeboats," he chuckled, "A useless feature. The Titanic is a stronger than ever ship design, with watertight compartments making it unlikely to require lifeboats at all."

The woman was about to negate the man's comment, stating the fact that the individual compartments could overflow, therefore it was possible to sink the ship, but just as she was about to open her mouth and spin around to face them, her eye caught on a magnificent sight on the lower deck.

A beautiful face looked up to her, as their eyes locked the woman's breath hitched in her throat as an angel dressed in a common man's clothing bore her olive eyes into her very soul. A shiver ran up her spine as she was mesmerized by her perfect features, her fabulously petite nose, her exquisitely plump lips, her just right cheek bones, oh how she wanted to touch her flawless skin, it looked so silky and soft.

"Helena, my sweet," her husband leaned into her where she jumped a little as he tore her from her trance as she quickly looked to him. "We're going inside now, you ready?"

"Yes, of course," she said rather abruptly as she offered her arm to him once again, where he took it in his own grasp. As he started to lead her away she stole one last glimpse down, where her gaze was met with the top of her adorer's brown hat. She sighed whilst silently hoping that she would make her acquaintance, knowing that that woman, whom she'd not met as of yet, was going to be the beginning and end of her, she didn't know how, but she just knew it to be true.

Myka looked up again, where she sighed in disappointment at the now empty railing that just previously held the most exquisite woman she'd ever seen. There was something about those dark eyes that she just couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Okay men, we're going down into the dragon's den," The man who'd been briefing them, shouted where the crowd started to follow him inside the hull.

She let out another sigh knowing that she'd never see the beautiful woman again… or would she? The slightest smirk flickered across her face as she followed the men down into the deep dark bowels of the Titanic's engine room.