Titanic

~The Talk~

It was a beautiful day on the coast of England. The skies were clear with a perfect cyan blue color that held the bright shining sun in it's place in the sky. The chilled wind was a perfect temperature and it carried many seagulls that sang and flew about in flocks migrating back to the North for the upcoming spring.

Despite the perfect scenery, thousands of excited Brits were running around restlessly in lack of their tickets. Tickets for what you may ask? Well, the British ship manufacturers just released the biggest most luxurious ship that they have ever made and today was the date they decided to set sail this glorious perfect get-away ocean ride: The Titanic.

Mrs. Crawford was walking down the driveway of her multi-million dollar home, nose up high with her neck and back tall and proud. She was escorted by her personal maid Ms. Evelyn Dean. She was leading her family on an astounding wedding celebration for her daughter; Ms. Kimberly Crawford, soon to be Mrs. Wolfe. Even though Mrs. Crawford's prideful attitude was not a second late, Ms. Crawford's was the exact opposite. With her full length dress dragging across the brick driveway and the slump of her shoulders, you could easily define her as a very disappointed young lady. Why was she so glum during this outing you ask? Well, you see, she was the one getting married...apart of an arranged marriage. She disliked her future husband, Brad Wolfe, and though of him as a rich, famous, spoiled boy who cared for himself and only himself. He was just another famously in-famous son of yet another multi-millionare.

Kimberly had her head low and two inch heels clattering against the ground harder than a normal walk's should sound.

"Miss Kimberly, let me take your bags." Kim turned her head and grinned slightly at her personal maid Mrs. Felicity Watt. Mrs. Felicity was a widow for eleven years and had been working at the Crawford's Mansion for almost double that. Kimberly had thought that Mrs. Felicity was her most loyal friend, more like only friend.

"Please, call me Kim. Just like you always used to!" Kimberly's melodic voice informed her personal best friend. Mrs. Felicity smiled and set down the bags and stopped Kimberly.

"Well, miss Kim," she started putting most emphasis on her name, "It is oh so very hard for me to call you by your nick name for you are a young lady." she told Kim. Kim's smile widened but her face had dulled. Mrs. Watt sighed knowing why she was not excited about the next few months considering that Kim had talked to Felicity about anything in everything about her life.

"Kim, you know I was in an arranged marriage?" she asked the saddened young adult. Kim looked back into the maid's hazel eyes in shock.

"Wy have I never known of this?" Kim asked surprised that her closest friend had never informed her of something so very important. Mrs. Watt nodded.

"Yes, I never did think I would love him nor anything after words. But being with him every single day changed my thought of that and soon, he became my best of friends." Kim's wild glow in her eyes vanished and she turned away from Felicity.

"Thank you Felicity." she told her and smiled then turned to follow her mother to their family's carriage. Mrs. Felicity sighed then picked up Kimberly's bags, following the mother and daughter to their modern day way of transportation.

Kim had always known of arranged marriages and never actually thought that she would have to go through one. But, in knowing of her greedy mother, Kim always believed that she would have to go through one. Because of Mrs. Crawford's high greed in money, she demanded that her daughter was to marry Mr. Wolfe since he was in fact one of the richest young men in all of England but, Kim begged the differ. Night after night, argument after argument, Kim has been heart broken with her mother's lifeless love for her. Kimberly never did like thinking about that topic so, let's keep moving...

Kimberly Crawford stared out the window in deep thought of where on earth she would meet this soon-to-be husband of hers yet again. The blank expression on her face signaled that no one ought to talk to her but only Felicity was aware of that fact, so, Mrs. Crawford kept talking to her daughter about the numerous plans she had made to get everything done and perfect for her daughter's "big day".

"Hello? Kimberly? Are you even listening?" Kim was in her own world not even bothering to listen to her forceful mother's words.

"Kimberly!" she snapped. Kim whipped her head around to her mother.

"I am so sorry. In my own world, wishing that this day would never come." Kim mumbled the last part under her breath in complete sarcasm. She then felt a pinch on her upper arm and she was pulled over to her mother very harshly.

"Kimberly, there is no time for that non-sense. Enjoy your time of freedom before it's taken away." she whispered into her daughters ear. Kim rolled her eyes and stared out the window again wishing that this was all yet a nightmare.

Kimberly's eyes widened in shock. She could not contain her excitement and she squealed, sitting upright in her chair.

"The useless hell hole of a wedding celebration will be aboard, yours truly?" she exclaimed pointing to the broad ship that just floated on the coast. Mrs. Crawford gasped as Mrs. Felicity giggle but she did contain it because of the glare Mrs. Crawford sent her.

"Huh... I mean the wedding celebration?" Kim asked obviously guilty of her past words.

"Yes, it is we wanted your get-away to be perfect so, we bought tickets." Kimberly shone a toothy smile to Mrs. Watt then face the window again.

"Oh, and language missy." her mother finished. Kimberly rolled her eyes yet again but a wild grin sprouted on her lips at the sight of the perfect masterpiece.

"Dang it! Always getting a surprise from this young man!" Mr. Latzer complained. The middle aged man was sitting on the chair that was closest to the window at the table. Three other men, old and young, sat around it, anxious for the outcome of their little gambling game. But one in particular, with a smug smirk across his lips and with the constant pacing of his right leg, his buddy would conclude that he had yet another sinister plan in the making. Mr. Latzer was a fellow co-worker nothing more, nothing less. But with the money in front of his young eyes, Jack Brewer had found another addiction.

"Jack," his head quickly turned to his buddy Jerry Martinez who sat at his left. Jerry's eyes were widened with exhilaration of a familiar feeling the pair always had. Not changing the expression on his face, Brewer looked back at Latzer and leaned forward,

"Only five minutes left." his voice barely above a whisper could give any man's spirit a quickening shift. Jack's deep brown eyes were glowing with an excitement unlike any other.

Because the famous ship was leaving tonight, Jackson Brewer had the master plan on gambling for the two tickets with his fellow co-workers since there were only two to go around in the whole restaurant business. The four men worked at a coast side bar and planned to finally get out and sail the world, well Jack and his bud Jerry did anyways. The smell of liquor was very light because all the customers were already gone in hearing the boat's second honk of the horn. Jack's pacing leg just got faster with every second that had passed.

They were all sitting at the closest table to the door, money and two tickets in the middle. Jack was for sure that he had won Jerry and him some tickets to freedom but then, Mr. Latzer's latest move changed it all.

"HAHA! Beat that young ones!" he exclaimed standing up, with the two tickets in hand about to race out of the old shack. Jack would not let that happen and so, in use of the eleven years of karate training, he punched the man square in the nose. Then, all hell broke loose. The four men stood up and fought for the tickets to paradise. But, ignoring the pour of blood coming from Mr. Latzer's nose, Brewer quickly grabbed the two tickets and made a call to Jerry.

"JER! Let's go!" he yelled over all the commotion. The boys made there way out of the bar injure free. They turned and looked back in the window. Chairs flew, tables turned and money rained from the sky, but what stuck out the most to Jack was the beating of Mr. Latzer's piercing green eyes and hatred poured from them. Jack's eyes widened in shock and he grabbed Jerry's arm.

"JERRY!" he yelled. Jerry screamed his signature high-pitch girly scream and the pair raced off into the crowd of thousands of awaiting passengers of the ship. Jack was for sure that this was the week that would change his life; the week that would give him a sense of independence. Well, would Jackson Brewer be in for a surprise. A surprise that does change his life forever...

Hello! So this is my latest idea!

Titanic with a twist!

Here are a few points about this new fanfic:

1.) the..."drawing" and "car" scenes will not be in this because it would be just awkward...

2.) no foul language will be present

3.) yes, this is the original Titanic there will not be a twist at the end of the book.

I hope you like this!

R&R

~Lee :]