Author's Note: This is my first fic in two years, so please be gentle. This is based on the movie Titanic. But it will be very different… How? Read to find out.

Gorillaz © Jamie Hewlett and Damon Albarn

Across the Seas

Chapter One: The Voyage of a Lifetime

The year was 1912. And what a grand year it was for a voyage. At least, that's what those boarding the RMS Titanic thought…

It was a shining April morning. Things were bustling at Southampton's decks as over 2000 people were about to board the biggest ship of the time. The RMS Titanic, a grand ship of extreme size and the promise of being "unsinkable." The crowd on the decks was almost as large as the size of the ship itself.

At the far end of the docks, a young girl, around the age of 15, was trying to make her way towards the boarding lines that had formed. She had dark violet hair and, by her looks, was of Asian decent. She adorned simple clothes, consisting of a pair of dark brown slacks, a simple tan shirt covered by a darker tan jacket, a short black scarf, and a brown newsboy hat. In her hand was a small canvas knapsack. She hurried her pace once she noticed that the lines were quickly herding into the enormous liner. But, in hurrying her pace with all of her attention on the vessel, she did not look where she was going and bumped into a tall man, falling over in the process.

"Ouch…" she mumbled quietly as she sat and groped for her missing bag, her hat tilted to the side. A hand was held out to her as she looked up. In front of her was a tall, lanky man, in his mid twenties. He wore clothes of much better condition then hers. But what really caught her attention was his face. Blue hair, messy from lack of proper attention covered his head, and his eyes, blacked out and hollow looking, made his appearance gaunt.

"Sorry 'bout that…" he said quietly as she took his hand and he assisted her in standing. She brushed it off with a nod and a smile. "Don't worry about it." She said, with an accent. She looked around for her bag until the man held it out to her. "Oh, thank you!" she exclaimed, taking the bag from him. "Thank you, but I must get going!" she jittered as she scurried off, pulling out her boarding ticket and getting in line.

The man blinked as she rushed off. He shrugged his shoulders then went and joined his friend, a large man of African decent. He shook his head at the lanky man. "C'mon, we gotta get goin', D!" he growled to the lanky man. "D", better known as 2D or Stuart, nodded. "Sorry, Russ, I ran into a kid and helped 'er back up."

"Whatever, let's get movin'." The large man, Russel, said as both boarded the liner for the voyage of a lifetime.

Inside the immense ship, hundreds of people were pushing through to try to locate their rooms quickly to drop off luggage so they could bid farewell to their relatives and friends.

The young girl, finally locating her slightly small room, quickly dropped her bag on a bed. She said a quick hello to the family rooming with her, then rushed off to the main deck to wave goodbye to those still on the docks. She laughed happily as she waved at everyone, excited.

Meanwhile, 2D and Russel walked around for a few before finally locating their room, which was of the middle classed size, and walking inside. As the entered, they were greeted with a thick cloud of smoke coming from the cigarette of the woman they assumed they were rooming with. She had greasy black hair, slightly protruding front two teeth and a glassed expression as she took another drag of her smoke.

Russel and 2D looked at each other before each claiming a bunk; Russel getting the bottom, 2D the top. The woman looked at them briefly before looking back to the wall, puffing smoke out of her nose. The men shrugged then walked out on deck to join the others in bid farewells.

A booming horn sounded over the cheering and goodbyes, signaling that the ship was departing. The ties holding the vessel were released and the ship sailed off into the distance, unknowingly never to return…

Inside the ship, things started to calm down, though the rush of excitement was still in the air. The passengers all were getting themselves comfortable, thoughts of partaking in a night of jovial qualities in their minds. Well, for most of the passengers, anyways.

The young girl smiled at the family of three she was rooming with; a mother and her two young children; a young boy and a baby girl. The mother smiled kindly back.

"Hello, I'm Mrs. Williams." She said as held her hand out to the girl. The girl smiled and shook her hand. "Hello. My name is Noodle."

"Noodle? That's an interesting name…" Mrs. Williams said with a raised eyebrow. Noodle blushed and forced a smile. "Oh, no need to be shy about it! I think it's a very lovely name."

"Thank you. What are their names?" Noodle asked politely, gesturing at the small boy holding Mrs. Williams' hand and the baby cradled in her other arm.

"Jeremie and Robyn." She replied, cooing at Robyn then stroking Jeremie's hair. All three of them had light blonde hair and dark brown eyes. Noodle was glad to be rooming with such a nice family. The men on the other hand…

The inside of their room smelled like a bar almost. Russel and 2D didn't mind though; 2D himself was a bit of a smoker. 2D sat down on his bunk and looked at the woman. She noticed he was staring and looked him suddenly, making him jump slightly. She smiled, showing the rest of her crooked teeth. " 'Ello," she said with a Cockney accent, similar to 2D's. 2D smiled back. " 'Ello," he replied, "What's your name?"

"Paula." The woman replied, putting out her cigarette.

"I'm Stuart, but everyone calls me 2D."

"That's a nice name, 2D."

Both smiled at each other again and Russel smelled a little something already hatching between them. He sighed and sat next to 2D as he and Paula engaged into a conversation about music and other things.

Up on deck, a wealth many with a ragged appearance was standing at the ship's upper deck railing, smoking a cigarette and watching the people below. He was wearing a pitch black suit with a red shirt underneath and a black tie. Around his neck was a golden, upside down cross. His hair was as black as his suit and his mismatched eyes, one red, one black, gave him a somewhat fearsome appearance. He sighed deeply and took another inhale from his smoke before walking back into his spacious cabin.

It was nightfall now. The ship was lit up spectacularly as the night's activities began. Almost everyone was bustling in the excitement. Noodle was exploring the main deck, taking in all of the enjoyment and excitement around her. She smiled and joined a few children whom were dancing to the music a nearby small orchestra was playing. She laughed with them, having a spectacular time.

On the other side of the ship, 2D and Russel were sitting with some other men, chatting away about politics, latest technology, and the usual. Next to 2D sat Paula, whom was dressed semi-formally. Everyone else was dressed casually. 2D glanced at Paula and smiled at her. She smiled back and hugged his arm. Russel watched them out of the corner of his eye, still talking with the 3 others they were sitting with.

In the upper deck, a formal ball was under way. The ragged man with the mismatched eyes was standing off to the side with a glass of strong wine, watching the others dance merrily. He grunted at them and sipped his wine. A young lady in her twenties walked up to him and smiled. He licked his lips while smiling back. " 'Ello, love." he greeted her. "Hello," she replied, smiling still. The man cleared his throat. "Would yeh like teh dance with me?" he asked, placing down his glass and holding out his arm. "My name's Murdoc, by the way…"

And this was how the night was spent for these four unique individuals, all unaware of what their soon-to-be fate is.

Author's Note: There's the first chapter! I wanted to do something a little different from the other fics. Things will get much more interesting later on. Please no flames.

Edited due to spelling and grammar errors. Thanks to my beta reader for catching them!