A/N: Okay, so this is kinda new for me. Keep with it though, because it has potential. This is the story of the Titanic, and how it really happened. (Not really really, just my screwed up half-blood version. heheh.) The chapters are going to alternate between the three main characters point of views. Whoevers point of view it is is under the date. So, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own everything. But Percy Jackson, the Titanic, and many others. Sad.

April 10th, 1912
Calista

The Titanic; The unsinkable ship. Even its name filled me with excitement, as shivers ran up and down my spine. My first impression of the ship was one of grandeur. The white ship seemed to go on forever, the largest boat I had ever seen. My fathers dinky sailboats did not compare.

The day was April 10th, 1912. I was boarding the most famous ship in the world, thanks to my father. His wishes were that I would grow up not in the 'culturally deprived England', but in 'fascinating America.' Of course, I was thrilled with this proposition. My mother was not. She was deathly afraid of water, as was I, but I embraced it. She avoided water as much as possible. The thought of being on a ship, even one like The Titanic, terrified her.

"Calista!" I heard her call to me. Swamped in my thoughts, I had stopped my walking and stood looking at the great white ship for quite a bit.

"Calista!" She called again, her voice high with distress. My name was unusual among the Elizabeth's and Catherine's that were so common. Apparently, it meant 'The beautiful one' in Greek. My parents must have been absolutely out of their minds when they named me, because I can assure you there's nothing quite beautiful about me.

My long, black hair was constantly pinned up, nice and proper, when I yearned for it to be free, swinging around me. My electric blue eyes were another oddity among the brown eyes in England. My tall, lanky form was none like those of the girls in my class, womanly figures getting ready to blossom. With a sigh, I hitched up my skirt and whisked off to find my mother.

I found her standing frighteningly alone among all our luggage. Just as I was about to ask, my father popped out the crowd. Here's another thing, I look nothing like my parents. Both have the common brown eyes, brown hair I despise so. I once asked my mother if I was adopted, but she shushed me and told me never to speak of such things.

"Its a riot over there!" My father exclaimed, wiping the sweat from his brow. His suit was not so practical for the hot spring day it was turning out to be, but he insisted we wear some of our finest clothes. I was dressed in a pure white gown, embroidered with gold, and I simply could not wait to be free of it.

"Father, when does the ship board?" I asked politely.

He started to respond, but then a warning whistle echoed over the crowd. My father hurriedly waved over our servants, as the crowd became even more frantic. He tucked my ticket into his pocket and ushered my mother and I up to the ship.

Fighting our way through the crowd, we came to a police barricade that seemed to be entirely surrounding the ship. One of the men noticed us and came over, glad to have a break from holding back the crowd.

"Tickets please." He said respectively. My father presented them to him, and he checked over them, impressed. "First class, Sir. You'll be going up that gangway, right there." Then he opened the gate, allowing us to enter. Over my head he bellowed "OIY! MAKE WAY YOU!"

I flinched, then regained my composure, gracefully making my way up to the ship. Glancing down beneath me, I saw the deep blue ocean swirling ominously. It looked unhappy, angry even. But suddenly, the waves calmed, becoming gentle and soothing.

Glancing back, I saw a boy, maybe about 15, my age, climbing up behind us. He was walking in front of a man and woman, his parents I presumed. Except, he looked nothing like them. His black hair was cut meticulously, his toned form clothed in a fancy suit, and his green eyes excited. Just as I was about to look away, his eyes caught mine.

I turned, blushing, and focused my attention on climbing up. When we got to the top, my father handed over our tickets again, and then we were on the ship.

A wide, spacious hallway spanned in front of us. Our guide hurried along, chattering, anxious to please us. We strode at a more leisurely pace, taking in the sights. After walking what seemed like the length of the entire ship, we came to our quarters. My parents 'ooohed' and 'ahhhed' for what seemed like forever. In the middle of our tour, I heard the horn blow again.

Anxious not to miss us setting off, I sprinted from the cabin. I could hear my parents calling behind me, worried, but I didn't care. Bowling people over as I ran through the hallways, I let out an exhilarated laugh. This was the way I liked it, free and with no restraints.

Emerging from the ship, I slowed down to a walk. Pushing gently through the crowd, I found myself at the very back of the ship, staring out across Southampton. My eyes filled with tears as I thought about leaving my only home behind, to travel into the vast unknown.

"Handkerchief?" Someone offered, snapping me out of my reverie. I brushed the tears away, embarrassed, and politely accepted.

"Thank you." I said, handing him back the now-damp handkerchief. I looked at the nice man, and realized he was but a boy, my age probably. He was tall, and built strong. He also had black hair, his a little messy, longer. His dark brown eyes seemed like they could look into my soul. I noticed his suit was all-black, and shadows seemed to crawl towards him.

"Calista Jameson." I offered, waiting for his name.

He took a second, still looking at England. "Taddeo Kallman." Then he turned to look at me. I saw sadness and pain in his eyes. "But you may call me Tad, madame."

I giggled at the thought of being addressed as 'madame'. "Well, since were on a first name basis, you may call me Cal. My names a bit of a mouth full."

We both laughed at that. "Mine also." Tad said, looking back at the city behind us. "I get it, you know. Why your sad about leaving. It's all you've ever known. But just think, once you get to America, a new life." His deep voice got excited at the end.

"I agree." The silence stretched on between us, broken by the boat lurching to a start.

"Oh!" I shouted, clumsily losing my balance. I felt a pair of arms grasp my waist, pulling me back to my feet. "Thank you Tad," I started to say, but then noticed Tad was not the one who saved me.

"You all right there?" Another deep voice asked. It was the green-eyed boy from earlier.

"Oh, oh yes, I'm fine, clumsy me." I was flustered, embarrassed once more. "Thank you Sir." I politely said, and I noticed Tad standing off to the side.

"No problem. Can't have all the pretty women falling overboard can we?" He laughed, and I joined him.

"Calista Jameson." I offered once again.

He responded quickly. "Damian Beck. Pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise," I said, noticing how stupid it sounded. I turned to find Tad, wanting to introduce him. He was standing, looking out at the ocean, his face a little green. I noticed the rocking of the waves, and started to feel a little sick myself.

"Oh dear." I whimpered, steeling myself against getting sick. I just wanted to see the last glimpse of England, just to be sure we really left. Most of the people had already left, going to check out their rooms once we set off. Glancing around me, I saw all blue sea, shining bright, the sun reflecting off it. Looking very closely, I saw the tiny sliver of land far behind us that was England.

'Phew.' I thought, tottering downstairs after graciously saying my goodbyes. Leaning heavily against the wall, I had one last thought before I threw up. 'No more monsters.'

A/N: So, did you like it? Did you, did you? Hahah. Im really excited about this story. Review please, and make my day!

Song: Blackbird by The Beatles