The night had had fairly pleasant start.
England had stood around for a while after dinner, drinking, smoking and chatting before heading back to his room.
It was shame almost everyone of his class aboard was American. Only the exceedingly rich people could afford a first class ticket on the RMS Titanic.
Although England was simply here for the journey, he still had important business in America. Although he still struggled to look at his former colony in the eye.
He had spent most nights after dining in the huge dining hall, drinking or dancing with women. He must be the only first class passenger not to have brought a partner, but it wasn't difficult to find a young lady who was willing to join him in a dance to the string quartet.
But something about this night, told him he should retire early. He felt weary, a fatigue growing deep within his bones. So naturally he made his excuses, kissed the charming lady on the hand, earning himself a deep blush from her, before walking towards his room.
The size of the ship was incredible to behold, as a first class passenger he had more or less access to the whole ship (especially with his importance) and got a good look at the ship. As soon as he hit second and third class, the amount of different languages hit him.
Hundreds of European languages and Great Scott the amount of Irish accents! He reminded himself that everyone was desperate to go to America, and that at first Titanic had left from Belfast, so most off the staff were Irish. Even the man who had designed the ship was Irish. He was a pleasant man, Arthur enjoyed talking to him, although he was slightly concerned about the lack of life boats.
But Arthur had yet to be on a boat that sunk without any attack, and nothing would be brave enough to attack the monstrosity that was The Titanic, and this ship wasn't likely to sink yet, not on her maiden voyage. And yet, he couldn't get the nagging suspicion out of his head that… Never mind, it was all just silly.
He washed, the cloth so soft, even when wet against his skin, before he struggled out of his suit and dressed in his nightwear, pulling the bedpan out of his bed before slipping under the warm sheets, and pulling the covers over his head. Feeling so very alone, he curled up in a tight ball and slipped into the crazy world of dreams.