AN: Hello guys! The following is my first Titanic FanFiction ever. It's largerly based on the movie but I made up some bits and dialogues. I tried to pour into it all the love I've developed for the Titanic since I first discovered her story. Thanks for reading it! ;)
(Ah, English is not my native language so sorry for any stupid mistake) x
Chapter 1: Into the Darkness of a Broken Heart
Two and a half miles beneath the water's surface, in the deep heart of the Atlantic Ocean, two submarines are floating around something.
Their dazzling lights light up seemingly endless corridors, an old chandelier, windows, doors like an haunting apparition from the blackness. What is all that? It's a ship, a ghost ship left under these bitter waves, alone. Almost half of the bow is buried in the mud so she looks as a shadow that crosses the Ocean. Something of her former beauty and elegance is still visible. Yes, she was great, lovely and inviting once, but now instead, it's all over. Her poor body is rusting away, the rusticles look like tears running down. It's a heartbreaking sight, indeed, impossible to hide the sadness of this ship in the sunless Atlantic grave. But what are the submarines doing? Are they searching for something? Apparently they are. Wrecked ships are often considered to be sites full of hidden treasures but this is not the true value that a ship can give. No there's something else, something much more important, not money, not jewels, not gold but a living heart crowded with untold stories, so open your heart and dive into one of the most beautiful and awful maritime stories ever told. Start a journey into the RMS Titanic.
It was a nice day, the sun shined, brightening the city of Southampton. There were many people who filled the streets, children who played or walked humming songs, adults who worked and others who discussed the latest news, in particular the upcoming event next week: the Maiden Voyage of the RMS Titanic, the last jewel from Harland and Wolf Shipyard. It was an enormous steamship, the largest moving object ever built by human hands. According to the press the Titanic was a marvel, fitted with every possible comfort, it was essentially a floating city: roomy restaurants, cozy, luxurious cabins and suites, smoking rooms for gentleman and a reading room for women, a gymnasium and even a swimming pool.
Everyone was eager to witness the Titanic's departure or cross on her. Well, everyone except me, I wasn't one among them.
Before going on I wish to introduce myself: I'm Rose Dewitt Bukater, I live with my mother, Ruth and am engaged to a man named Caledon Hockley. I haven't felt comfortable in my life though, I can't describe myself as a happy carefree girl, in fact, I have a lot to question, a lot to think about, many, many questions twirling around my mind and no answers to any of them. Despite the fact that outwardly I might seem a well brought up girl, inside I am screaming. Soon I will have to marry to that man, a wedding I don't wish for. Mother chose Cal because of his wealth that could fix the numerous debits left by my father after death. At first I might have thought him good and kind but soon I realized how much greedy and selfish he is.
I want other things for me. I cannot appreciate this life trapped in luxury I would prefer live in a garret poor but free, having the ability to express my emotions, my opinions without fear, traveling around the world, discovering new things, working... Yes, that's what I need. But I learned early in my life that I would never achieve those wishes. I'm trapped in a black world with no way out.