Author's Note:
Hello dearies. This is my first story ever, so bear with me please. Take it easy on me, for I am new to this whole fanfiction thing. I will try to correct all grammatical and spelling errors.
Like I said, I am new to this.
Lots of Love,
HannahBanana44
Description:
Eleanor is traveling on the unsinkable Titanic with her father to his clothing store in America. She takes care of him and doesn't have the heart to leave. James Moody is traveling on the Titanic as an officer, and hopes to start his journey as a ships officer. Neither are looking for love, but the heart wants what it wants, and it isn't called the Ship of Dreams for nothing.
Chapter 1
Southampton
Eleanor's Point of View
The motorcade I was in reached a halt and I knew I was here. Southampton docks is exactly the way I remember it. My door was opened and Mr. Young, our valet, stuck his hand out offering to help me down. I took his hand in mine and hopped down from the motorcade. Thanking him as my slippers hit the cobblestone.
I was taken back by the sheer size of the ship. The ship was huge! I counted four smoke stacks that stuck in the high in the air like it owned the sky.
"Daddy?" I questioned my father, Gerald Wallenburg, who now stood next to me.
My daddy was born in Ireland and moved to America when he was 13. His father started one of the most pristigious clothing stores in honor of his wife, my grandmother, Sophia Wallenburg. My father grew up and eventually took over the family business. My father met my mother when she stumbled into his clothing store looking for a gift for her mother, and the rest is history. In 1891, I was born. My mother died during childbirth with my little brother, Ethan, when I was 3, so I don't remember her much.
Now, its just Daddy and I, and we are on our way home from a trip to Ireland to see my grandmother and grandfather.
"My dear, why don't you wait right here while I get our luggage squared away with Mr. Young and one of the stewards aboard the ship?" I smiled slightly. He probably didn't even hear me. Daddy is partially deaf in his left ear, and can barely hear as it is.
I stood there for what seemed like hours. The ship leaves at 12 o' clock today, April 10 1912. I stood there and watched as Daddy bustled around trying to get everything squared away.
Finally, Daddy smiled at me and offered his arm to me. I laughed a little giggling and walked with him to the first class gangplank. I stared in awe as I watched the huge ship loom over me and cast a shadow on me.
"Hello, welcome to Titanic. May I see your tickets, please?" An older man in a White Star Line uniform asked Daddy and I. Daddy motioned for me to take the tickets out of my clutch. I took out the slips of paper and handed them to the man. He punched them with a whole puncher, and moved to let us through.
Daddy led me down a hallway in search of our room. I passed a few people I knew, but not many. Being new money was sometimes hard. When you are born into a first class family, you are "higher" then any other first class family.
I never really understood that. Just because your family has had money longer then yours does not mean you are better.
But I suppose I got used to the faces that gave strange looks and the eyes that judge when you approach.
"Excuse me? Sir, do you know where room A32 is?" I heard my father ask another man dressed in a uniform. He was as old, if older then the last one.
"Yes sir, down that hall, turn left and it should be right side of the hallway." The officer said. I smiled politely to him, and he returned it.
'You see sir, not every first class person is stuck up...' I thought to myself.
I guess you could say I'm not really interested in society. I wouldn't care if I was rich or poor, as long as I'm happy and free to do as I please.
Daddy turned down the hallway the officer said to, and I found our room.
Daddy jiggled the door handle, and the door opened. Mahogany greeted us, with gold trim. A beautiful fireplace sat along a wall, with a sofa and a writing desk. The room was magnificent.
I let go of Daddy's arm, and walked to a door that must have been my room for the voyage. I was taken aback by the huge bed fit for a queen. Daddy opened his door and closed it quietly.
'He must want to be alone.' I thought sadly.
Daddy hasn't seen his psychiatrist recently, and it is our first stop in America. He needs to see Doctor Albert, and the sooner the better.
After Mommy died, Daddy went into a deep depression. If society knew, we would be on the front page. Daddy has been dealing with it fairly well, but sometimes he just slips back into it.
That's why I never got married. I needed to stay home and take care of Daddy. Countless suitors asked for my hand, even after they asked Daddy. But I never had the heart to say yes... I had a soft spot for Daddy, and he needed me with him. I'm all he has, and I feel like if I leave I might break him even more then he is now...
"Daddy? I'm going out to watch the ship leave the docks. Do you want to come with me? It's a little chilly so you-" I was asking through the door when his voice interrupted me.
"No, go ahead sweetheart. Go make some friends too." His voice sounded sad through the mahogany..
"Are you su-"
"I said no Eleanor." I jumped back from the door. The irritation in his voice was obvious. I sighed.
"Well Daddy, I'll be back for dinner. I will go explore a bit too." I said silently. I didn't get an answer so, I just left. I sometimes feel helpless in those types of situations.
I know he doesn't mean to be angry with me, but sometimes its hard to say.
Some of the things he has said to me have stayed with me my whole life.
"Your mother is angry with the way you're acting, Eleanor."
"Don't pinch Ethan, Eleanor. He doesn't appreciate it."
If I would say something, he would go into a state of anger and hurt. Ethan died when he was born. Mother has been gone for 21 years. I worry about my fathers sanity more then I worry about mine.
That's why we went to Ireland to see his family. I thought it would bring him back a little. But it didn't.
Daddy locked himself in his room and came out for dinner only.
I walked out onto the deck and seen the magnificent dock. The people on the dock looked like little ants standing there waving goodbye to their loved ones. I waved to know one in particular, I just waved to all the people.
I waved goodbye to England and my fathers past life here. I waved goodbye to my heritage. I waved goodbye to beautiful country.
I stood there for a little while after the ship had departed, and watched as the sea met the ship.
'It looks like glass' I thought. I leaned a little farther over the edge and looked at the water.
That's when I felt my foot slip.
Hmmmm. What do you guys think?
First fanfic, so take it easy on me.
Lots of Love,
HannahBanana44
