"Would everybody please, put your life jackets on!" I heard a ship-mate yelling from down the hallway. Everything was moving so fast, between women rushing towards the man with a million and one questions, and children clinging to their fathers.
No one ever expected for their luxury trip aboard the "unsinkable" S.S Titanic to result in this. No one was sure of what was going on, rumors spread like the plague. Some heard that this was just a drill; others heard that the "unsinkable" ship of the century was falling below her title. Many laughed at the idea, and figured it was just an unnecessary drill.
No one thought that within hours, the S.S Titanic would be at lying, forgotten, at the ominous ocean floor.
As a second-class passenger, with no children, I stood back for those with children to go rushing forward. Even if this was a drill, there was always a possibility that it was actually serious. I turned back into my room, and shut the door to block out some of the noise from the passengers. My fiancé, James, was sitting up on the bed, reading his newspaper and occasionally turning the page.
"What's the big fuss out there?" he said, folding his newspaper and setting it in his lap. I stood facing him, the concerned look on my face almost too strong to miss.
"We're being told to get our life jackets on." I shook. Hearing stories of previously sunken ships made me worried about boarding this one. It took James hours of convincing for me to travel to the United States with him. He immediately stood up and approached me with caution. He gently put his hands on my shoulders and looked down at me. One of his hands began to play with a piece of my hair.
"Regina," he said softly, tilting my chin up so my eyes could meet his "we're going to be fine. This beauty was built by the Irish, meaning it's strong." His hand cupped my cheek and his lips gently brushed against mine. My eyes fluttered closed as he kissed me again, more passionate this time. His hands slid from my shoulders to my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Eventually, he broke away, leaving me breathless.
"Come lie down," he whispered, and I let him lead me over to the bed. He resumed his spot in his side of the bed, and I snuggled close to him. He soothingly stroked my hair, playing with the ends of it. Before long, all worries that were in my head minutes before, vanished. I hid my face into his neck, and soon found myself beginning to doze off.
I was rudely awoken when there was a bang at the door. The same ship-mate from before had barged in.
"Lifejackets on, ship is sinking." He said, almost casually, and then slammed the door behind him. I looked up at James, who was already looking down at me. I jumped up, and ran to the closet. I threw the doors open and reached up for two of the life jackets on the top shelf, and threw one to him. He quickly stood up and put his on. I was panicking, trying to find the right way to put mine on, when he approached me, and slipped it on.
"Love, love, love," he said, once again placing his hands on my shoulders. "We're going to be fine."