A/N: Hey all. I'm here with a new story. It's a little different from my last story but It's good. Read on and please review!

I'm not a famous man, or some would think. I'm just a simple man, with common thoughts and common dreams. I've lived a normal life, or at least tried to. There are no statues or buildings in my name and after I'm gone, my name will fade into the depths of obscurity. But I've lived as much of a fulfilling life as the richest man in the world. For I had the love of one woman, and that was all I needed. The year was 1912, and I was nineteen years old. As the oldest of my family, I was sent on what was considered the "Grandest Ship in the world," the R.M.S. Titanic. I can't remember for the life of me the past week, but I will always remember her.

I was on the deck, looking out toward the water, with the weight of the world on my shoulders. It was probably five or six o' clock in the morning and the sun was about to rise. The sky was a blaze with oranges and yellows. I loved being out on the deck at that time of the morning. I loved the feeling of the salt water brushing across my face as I leaned over the white bars of the ship. I sat there, deep in thought. Just thinking about the day when I would finally arrive in America. I thought about my father, and by brother Seamus back in Ireland. I missed them terribly but I knew this was for the good of my family. I promised Seamus that I would write to him everyday while I was away. I also promised him that when I had enough money, I would send for him, and we would raise cattle, just him and me.

My thoughts were broken by the arrival of a stranger. I turned slightly to get a glimpse of who was standing only a few feet away from me. My eyes locked on the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. She looked like those princesses I'd often read to Seamus when he was younger come to life. She had an aquiline face, with dark, almost black hair pinned neatly up in a fancy hairstyle. Her lips were naturally red, without the help of cosmetics. Her eyes were green and almond shaped, and she had light freckles scattered her naturally perfect face. Her eyes locked with mine for what seemed to be forever. My heart began to race and my pulse began to quicken. She smiled at me, and caused my heart to melt.

"It's a lovely sunrise, isn't?" She commented.

I racked the contents of my mind for a possible answer.

"Yes, yes. Very beautiful" I replied.

"But not as beautiful as you" I added silently.

"I love coming out here, and watching the ocean as we continue to sail on." She said. Her voice was smooth and soft like silk. Her voice matched her face evenly, both were beautiful. It was soft, like rain gently rapping against a windowsill. She smiled again and caused my heart to skip a beat.

"Sometimes I come out here and just think about life." She admitted.

I nodded.

"You do as well?" She inquired.

I nodded again. Once again she smiled and my heart fluttered. Her smile was even more beautiful than the sunrise. If god created a perfect person, she was it. My eyes scanned her wardrobe. Her dress was made of the finest fabrics money could buy. I looked down at my simple white shirt and cotton pants. I knew that we belonged to different classes. What would a girl who was rich, and beautiful want with a simple Irishman like me? She had the entire world at her feet, while I had nothing. I looked up and our eyes locked once again. Who was this girl, I wanted to know, I needed to know.

"I'm Shawn." I introduced, extending my hand.

She placed her hand in mine.

"Tatiana." She answered as she gave me a curtsey.

I looked down at her hand in mine. Her hand was so delicate, so dainty compared to my work worn hands.

"It's lovely to meet you, Shawn." She told me.

I nodded and told her the same. I was surprised at how comfortable she seemed around me. I would have thought that she would be frightened at the sight of a stranger like myself. I found myself at ease with her as well. Most girls of society were stuffy and uptight. I hated when the noblewomen would come from England to Ireland on holiday. But Tatiana, she was different. I could tell by her voice that she was Irish or English, she was American. I knew about America through the newspapers. My father couldn't read, so I'd have to read it to him and Seamus. I shoved my hands in my pockets and turned to face Tatiana once again.

"Where are you from, Shawn?" She questioned.

"Dublin, Ireland." I answered.

"I've always wanted to go to Ireland, it seems so beautiful there." I heard her say. It amazed me that she would speak so fondly of my home. I smiled at her slightly.

"It's very beautiful, yes."

I looked away from her and looked back at the ocean. I closed my eyes and felt the gentle breeze blow over my face and through my hair. I reopened my eyes and found Tatiana looking at me. Strangely, I found myself drawn to her. She was so beautiful, her face was gentle. There was a silence that befell us, but it wasn't an awkward silence, just a moment of quietness. I heard the rush of the water as we moved through. I placed my hand back on the rail, and touched Tatiana's hand accidentally. I pulled my hand back quickly in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry." I apologized. Tatiana's lips curled in that familiar smile.

"It's all right." She told me.

Without knowledge, I felt myself inching toward her. I don't know what was coming over me, but it was like she had a power over me. A power I couldn't control. I imagined myself kissing her, but I didn't know her. My thoughts were interrupted by a woman's high-pitched voice.

"Tatiana!" The voice exclaimed. I saw Tatiana roll her eyes and curse underneath her breath. I looked at her.

"Who is that?" I questioned. Tatiana turned to face me. She looked me in the eye.

"My Aunt Iris." She muttered with disdain.

I nodded. She did not seem to be too excited that her aunt was calling her.

"Tatiana!" Aunt Iris's shrill voice rang again. Tatiana turned from me.

"Coming Aunt Iris!" She exclaimed. She then turned to face me.

"I'm sorry, I must go. It was very lovely to meet you." She told me.

"You too." I replied.

"Maybe I'll see you again."

"Maybe." With those words, Tatiana walked off to join her Aunt Iris. I watched her as she left. Her walk was the most graceful walk I had ever seen. Before leaving, Tatiana turned once again and gave me a wave goodbye. I gave her one back and then she was gone. I began to miss her presence. I wondered if I would ever see her again. I hoped that I would. A girl as beautiful as she was one that I would definitely want to see again. Once again, my thoughts were shattered by someone's voice.

"Shawn O'Malley! There you are!"

I turned at the mention of my name. The voice belonged to Phillip Bailey. Phillip worked in the ships galley with me. He was tall, but shorter than me. His red hair was tousled all over his head, and his glassed were, as usual on his slightly large nose. Like me, he was working in the ship's galley to earn passage to America. Phillip was from London, and he wanted to travel to America to get away from the restrictions of England's monarchy.

"We'd better get back down there, they're looking for us." Phillip commented.

I nodded. "Yeah, I guess."

He touched my shoulder as we journeyed to the galley. I looked back, to the spot where I met my angel, and sighed deeply. I missed her, and wanted to see her again.

"What's got you so down?" Phillip asked me.

I shook my head. "Nothing." I answered. Phillip gave me a look of disbelief.

"I know you too well, O'Malley. Something has got you upset."

I sighed. "I met a girl." I began.