A/N: Hello Everyone. I realize that this is not historically accurate, but it is Fanficiton after all. I will be writing from both the POV of Jessmond and India. Just to help you out Jessmond's point of view will be written in normal font while India's point of view will be in bold. I hope you enjoy it.
April 9th 1912
It was April 9th, the day before we were to board the ship of Dreams, the masterpiece of my father Thomas Andrews. It would be her maiden voyage on the crossing from Southampton to New York where we were going to visit my Grandmother and Grandfather and both India and myself would make our debut into society. I was terribly exited, as I have always loved (and respected) the sea: to be out on the sea for seven days was pure holidays for me. We were currently at the manor in the countryside of England where I lived with my father and my sister India Andrews, our mother had passed away years ago from Tuberculosis.
My name is Jessmond Andrews.
"Miss Andrews."
I was interrupted from my thoughts by my personal maid Emma, who was standing just inside my room with her hands clasped in from of her.
"Yes, Emma?" I asked her from my perch at my desk, where I had been writing in my journal. I was normally not one for journals but on occasion I felt the urge to write down what was running through my mind.
"Mr. Andrews sent me to fetch you. Dinner is ready, and he is waiting for you and Miss India in the Dining Room."
"Thank you Emma, I will be down shortly," I said.
Emma gave a quick nod and with a curtsey she left the room. I carefully closed my journal and placed it (carefully) in one of the trunks, I then turned to look into one of the mirrors in an attempt to compose myself and go down for dinner.
When I got there I saw my Father and India already seated at the table.
"Good evening, Father." I said, as I first walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then proceeded to the seat to the right of him.
"Good evening, Jessie" he replied with his usual warm smile. "I take it that both my girls are excited about tomorrow?"
"Definitely!" I cried. My previous attempts at composing myself went out the window, as I was once again flooded with enthusiasm.
"Yes." India said, in far less excitement. Although my sister and I were very close, it was no secret that the one place where we differed was that while I shared my father's love for the sea, she was not taken by it at all and just viewed it as a great big mass of liquid. My father knew this, but did not push it.
"Indi, try not to look at it so dull! Who knows, you may just change your mind about the sea." Although this may have almost sounded harsh to anyone else, I knew that it was just a suggestion coming from him.
"Sorry, Father," she said with a smile.
"No need to apologize, Sweetheart, I just want you to have a pleasant time aboard the Titanic, and not see you so miserable," he said as he turned his attention to his food and began to eat.
"I'll try," India finished as she and I both followed our fathers lead.
The rest of dinner passed with us talking about everything and nothing together.
It was only much later that I retired for the night to my room and with the help of Emma put on my nightgown and got into bed.
The dreams I had that night were dominated by the crossing that we would begin tomorrow, on the Titanic, the grandest ship in the world.