June 5th 1994

So here we are on the deck of the one and only Titanic. If only I knew what was to become of us. You see I was there with my three best friends in the world.

April 10th 1912

"Would you hurry up and come and see this!" Yelled a girl around the age of seventeen. She was leaning very precariously over the railing of the ship waving to the people on shore. Her wavy brown hair was billowing in the ocean breeze.

"Get away from there, you'll kill yourself," a blonde haired girl yelled as she walked up along the side.

"Megan I swear you can be such a killjoy" The girl snapped back. Megan crossed her arms in a huff and turned her back on the girl just to run right into another.

"Megan I can't believe you. Marisa and you have been on this boat for not even ten minutes and your fighting!" The girl had straight brown hair that went a quarters way down her back, then sun bleached a few strands of her hair blonde and well you could say that her bra size was a few good sizes larger than her comrades. Megan brushed off the 'insult' form her friend and joined Marisa in waving good-bye to her old life. Then the three heard a mousy voice from the crowd saying

"Pardon me, excuse me. Oh sorry miss." If you took a quick glance at her you might mistake her for a twelve year old, but those who knew her well all know that she was going to be turning seventeen in August. Megan turned to look at the girl and rolled her eyes,

"Really now, if you don't start to assert yourself you will never get anywhere. Come look at this" She grabbed Emily and pulled her over to the boat's railing. "See those two men down there?" She said pointing to a blonde boy running to the boat with a black haired Italian. Emily nodded.

"Well those two know they have tickets on this boat...unlike us. But that's not stopping us! See look even as the boat is coming out of port they still push there way on because they KNOW they need to be here. Like it's calling them or something. You need to be more like them!" Emily just nodded in response, but she none-the-less joined in the waving party.

After the shore was out of site the girls set on the current task at hand, finding a room. The searched the third class rooms asking anyone who spoke english if they could spare two beds, or share. They eventually found two rooms next to each other. Emily and Megan were with a nice Irish family and Rachael and Marisa were across the hall with some Germans.You can tell that the group would not like to stay in their rooms all day so they went onto the deck the following morning to explore. Marisa was resting her hands on the railing looking out onto the ocean while Megan was leaning her back against it. While Marisa was being mesmerized by the ocean Megan was in deep conversation with Rachael about what they would do in America.

"I think I'm going to find a job and maybe a good man and settle down," Rachael said as she dreamt of her new life in America.

"Not me. I want to see as much as I can. See everything I want before I settle down." Megan replied.

They continued chatting about their new lives and making up a plot to see if Marisa would be stupid enough to fall for a prank to make her fall overboard, only it didn't work.

Emily was lurking in the corner on one of the chairs watching a man drawing something. She looked over his shoulder and saw he was drawing Megan and Marisa. Emily noticed how precise he made his marks and how life-like his pictures looked. Marisa's wavy locks, Megan's sparkling eyes, he was a truly gifted artist.

"Pretty good, huh?" the man asked.

"What," Emily snapped out of her trans, "Yes they are very good actually."

"Do you know those people?"

"Yes, they happen to be my best friends."

"Well good for you. I hope you keep these friends and never let go."

"Thank you. I will."

The man was finished with his drawing so he packed up his things and started to walk away.

"Wait a minute," Emily called after him, "What's your name?"

"Jack, Jack Dawson," the man replied, and with that he set off. 'Hm Jack Dawson?' Emily thought to herself 'I'll be sure to keep him in mind when we get to America.'

Jack walked by where Rachael, Marisa, and Megan were standing. As he walked past he smiled at them. As soon as he was out of sight Rachael squealed, "Oh my God, he was so cute."

"Rachael, can you behave yourself," Emily said as she walked over to the railing.

"Oh, Emily, stop being a party pooper. That guy was amazing. I wish I could have talked to him," Megan dreamt.

"Well, I talked to him."

"You did?"

"Yeah he was drawing."

"What? What was he drawing?"

"People."

"WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE?"

"You and Marisa."

"WHAT!" both Marisa and Megan screamed at the top of their lungs.

"Oh my God, we could get famous. We could get a lot of money from that guy. I need to find him and give him a hug."

So, they set off on their mission to find Jack. So they headed in the direction in which Jack left.