Chapter one of my newest story..tell me what you think of it. Im excited to finally be writing this story! It will be my own fictional character/Tommy Ryan because his accent and mannerisms just fascinate me. I have read other fanfictions with this similar pairing and have loved them so much..as always my dears READ AND REVIEW!
The magnificent ship Titanic loomed above the three automobiles that pulled up to where the first class passengers would be boarding. As the stopped, the driver turned to help down a young woman with striking blue eyes and fiery red hair. She glanced fleetingly over the ship as she turned to the man who exited the automobile behind her. Cal Hockley gracefully exited the first car and turned to pff his hand to the younger woman who followed him. As she stepped down, a blonde woman with striking green eyes who appraised the ship with awe and wonder. This was the ship of dreams. Unsinkable even.
Rose Dewitt Bukater turned to her fiancé and said offhandedly, "I don't see what all of the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania."
Emma Hockley turned to her future sister-in-law and saw the hint of defiance in her eyes. She was merely trying to goad and annoy her brother. Emma gave a discrete smirk when Cal looked genuinely offended that his fiancée did not understand the importance of this ship. "You can be blasé about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than the Mauritania and far more luxurious."
Rose gave a nonchalant look of her eyes before she linked her arms with Emma and proceeded to gracefully walk toward the ship. "Cal took that comment as almost a personal insult I do believe," Emma remarked smartly to her companion.
"Yes, he does have a hard time with a woman who offends a man's size," the red-head replied. The girls shared a small smile. Cal Hockley made their lives more difficult than possible. Emma knew that Rose did not love her brother and Rose knew that Cal treated Emma with a little more than indifference. She was a pebble in his shoe. Her mother and his were not the same. In fact, Emmaline was not a legitimate child. However, money can buy a story. Her real mother used to be the maid to the Mistress Hockley before Master Hockley was discovered with her in the parlor. Mistress Hockley was past the age of child bearing, however, she took the child in as her own and feigned a miracle pregnancy. The 12 year old Cal thought of his new sister as nothing more than a disgrace to his family and out of sight of society, made her world dark.
As they walked toward the first class gang plank, Emma kept having to readjust her hat with her hand from the sea breeze. Her large black hat and her white traveling attire made her uncomfortable, and the corset did not help one bit.
"Rose I cannot even see you out of the corner of my eye with this monstrous hats," she mumbled as she made to rip it from her head. Rose, however, grabber her hand discreetly and whispered, "Not while boarding, you know Cal will have a fit."
Emma glanced back at her brother who was making his way to the gangplank with Rose's mother, a vile woman who often made Emma feel as if she were being judged. "To hell with what he thinks," she mumbled before giving up and resigning to simply hold it in place. Rose glanced at her future sister-in-law while thinking the very same.
As they entered their suites, Emma glanced around in wonder. She had to agree with her brother about something, this ship was by far more nicer than any they had traveled on. She began to help Rose in placing out all the paintings they had bought while in London.
As Cal came into the room, drinking his champagne, he scoffed at his sister and fiancée as they bustled about the room, trying to find the best placement for each painting. "God, not those finger paintings again. They certainly were a waste of money."
Rose did not grant him a look, but continued to place the paintings all around the suites, "The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're fascinating. It's like being inside a dream or something. There's truth but no logic."
Trudy, the maid, glanced appreciatively at the paiting that Emma was now holding, " Whose the artist?"
Emma simply shrugged, "I cannot remember. Something Picasso?"
"Something Picasso? He won't amount to a thing," Cal said as if his word made it true. "He won't, trust me!"
Rose and Emma shared a look before they continued to place the paintings and directing where they wanted their belongings to be unpack.
At lunch the next day, Emma found herself sitting next to Molly Brown and Ruth at the table with Mr. Ismay, Thomas Andrews, her brother, and Rose. While she was stifled by the presence of Ruth, Cal, and Mr. Ismay, she found great pleasure in the company of Mr. Andrews, Molly, and of course Rose. Molly had a warm presence about her that made Emma wish for a mother that would have been like her, rather than the rule abiding woman that raised her. Mr. Andrew's had a fatherly presence which calmed her greatly. He was truly a genius. Mr. Ismay, however, could not seem to stop bragging about himself and the great ship, much to Emma's dismay.
She was broken out of her revere when she heard her brother order for him, Rose, and herself. He did not even ask Emma about her tastes but merely questioned Rose if she liked lamb. Emma was grateful when Molly called it to attention and slyly remarked "Well Cal are you going to cut their food for them as well?"
Emma was pleased when she saw that her brother could come up with no remark to counter Molly's statement.
"Hey who thought of the name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce?" Molly asked, bringing the group out of the awkward conversation that had just taken place. Emma gave Molly an appreciative smile that the older woman did not let go unnoticed. .
Mr. Ismay smiled with boastful pride, "Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size, and size means stability, luxury, and above all, strength."
" Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you," Rose quipped as Emma saw deviance in her eyes. Emma's own eyes widened a bit and silently praised Rose for placing Ismay in his place a bit. Emma noticed that both Molly and Mr. Andrews looked to be holding back their laughter as a confused Ismay contemplated the words.
After a harsh whisper from her mother, Rose stood up while throwing her napkin down "Excuse me"
Deciding that she was not going to be left alone to defend herself from her brother and Cal, Emma muttered the same remark and hurried after Rose onto the first class deck.
Catching up to Rose, she found them looking out over the sea. Emma closed her eyes and let the sea breeze ruffle her pinned up blonde curls. No words were needed as Emma gently squeezed her arm to let her know that she was there for her. Rose gave her a slight smile back as the girls continued to look out beyond the ocean, to the wide expanse of the sea that looked to have no end. The deep blue of the ocean seemed to touch the sky and never let go.
She felt eyes upon her and looked down to the third class deck, and that's when she saw him. He was staring up at her with deep chocolate eyes that she could see from where she stood. His curly and unruly dirty red blonde hair was only contained slightly by the worn looking bowler that saw upon his head. His face was strong, and the way his clothes fit him made him look built and sturdy. She stared only a moment longer before she felt a harsh hand on her upper arm.
Tommy Ryan leaned against the railing of the third class deck as he smoked his cigarette as he conversed with the two men around his age. The conversation he had just had with them reminded him of his brothers that he left back home in Ireland. As he was about to speak again, he noticed that Jack and his attention raptly focused on a point behind him, turning he saw two first class women standing on the railing and looking out over the ocean. It wasn't the fiery red head that caught his attention, but the young blonde woman standing next to her.
Her eyes swept over the ocean and he watched her close her eyes and take in a deep breath. She looked sad, and captivated by the ocean that lay ahead of her. He watched her squeeze the woman's next to her arm in a comforting manner. He could not look away for an instant as he watched this beauty take in all that was around her. His eyes were then met by the fixating shade of green iris' who stared back at him just as curiously. In that brief moment, he felt in the pit of his stomach flip flop, as he exhaled the puff of smoke that he did not know that he had be holding. His heart sank however, when a finely dressed man came and grabbed both of the women's arms. He watched as the red head exchanged remarks with the man and then roughly shoved him off as she walked back inside. But the blonde was still trapped in his grip.
He could see the pain radiating from her eyes, both from the grip she was in and the words that he could not hear over the roar of the ship and the waves, and by the tenseness of his arm, he knew that that man was hurting her. His famous Irish temper flared within him as he watched his beauty wince and try to shrug off the man. With one final harsh word and shake of her arm, he roughly released her and stormed back to where he had come from.
The blonde turned back to the railing and sighed before her hand roughly went to her face and whipped the tears away and taking another deep breath. Her eyes met his once again and he could see the pain and embarrassment. She looked down before sighing once again and composing herself before putting on a face of contentment and heading back to where the man and the other woman went.
As he looked back to his companion, he noticed that Jack had still not taken his eyes off where he assumed the red head had stood. "Oh forget it it boyo. you as likely 'ave angels fly out yo'r arse then ta get next ta the likes o' 'er."
Tommy knew that what he had just said was advice for Jack as much as it had been for himself.
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