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A Tale of Sorrow

Moscow
April 14th
1932

"Uncle, why is Papa so sad?" a boy with a similar hair colour to Bryan asked
an elder male with red grey hair.
"Because Anton today is a day of sadness" he said lifting the boy onto his knee.
Tala looked over to Bryan who was sat near a fire in the room.
"But why?" Anton asks his uncle.
"Well, on this day we lost some people we met a long time ago before the great war."
"Did they die in the war?" Anton asked.

Bryan looked over.
"No Anton, we were on board the Titanic."
"Wasn't that a boat that sunk?"
"You didn't tell him?" Tala asked.
"He's twelve," Bryan replied.
"Then I suppose he should know," Tala said.
"I'll tell the story, you can next time," Bryan said.
"Come here," Bryan said and Anton got off Tala's knee and sat down.

Tala got off his chair in the corner to sit near his life long friend.
"Feel free to cut in when you want," Bryan said.
"No, no, this is your story, your house, like you said I get it next time".
"Okay."

"The great ship Titanic was an icon, she was proclaimed unsinkable by all, they claimed nature herself couldn't sink her."

Flashback

The time was 10AM and two hours until the liner would leave port.
Bryan was in the town of Southampton after arriving several days earlier.
It wasn't hard to miss a ship so big.
He stood on the step of the Bed and Breakfast he was in.
On the pavement was a tall male with a shorter one, they were loading trunks onto a horse and cart and the contents had just spilled out, the shorter male had a large nose and wasn't happy.
The elder spoke his tongue.

"Ian at least swear in Russian that way you wont offend them".
He pointed at three woman who were looking quite offended nearby who were getting into a horse and cart, their male escorts shooting him dirty looks.
"You dropped it on my toe Spencer, it damn hurts!" he spoke in Russian.
"Just put it in so we can get to the port!" Spencer replied.

Bryan stepped forwards.
"Can I be of assistance?" he asked.
"You're Russian," the younger one said.
"We're off to Titanic, off to the new world."
"So am I, finally sick of Europe too?" Bryan smirked.

"How about you come along with us?" Ian asked.
"Sure, why not?" Bryan asked.

Bryan helped pick up the contents of one of the trunks, he only had a duffel bag.
Once they were back in they climbed aboard and headed out to Titanic.
"So, do you have a real reason you're skipping to the new world?" Ian asked.
"I've done what I can here, I want to see what's out there a little, you two?"
"I have a brother who's in New York and I'm going to meet him," Spencer said.
"I spent every penny on my ticket, only got the clothes on my back," Ian said.

Bryan looked as the horse and cart, he was in, got closer to the dock.
"You ever seen anything that big?" Ian asked, his eyes fixed on the ocean liner with people already at the railings.
"Watch it kid!" the cab driver called.
Bryan looked out at the red head the driver yelled at.
He didn't give the red head a second thought and looked back at the ship which dwarfed the skyline.

Finally the cab stopped at the dock, Ian, Bryan and Spencer got out.

"What's your rooms?" the white haired teen asked.
"D-60," Ian said looking at his ticket.
"D-60," Spencer also looked at his ticket and then to the shorter boy.

"D-59."
"To bad Bryan," Ian said up to his new friend.

They walked towards the correct boarding ramp for the 3rd class passengers and showed their tickets and were welcomed aboard.
Inside were a lot of people going about their business, settling in to the ship for their trip to the new world.
"At least our cabins are near each other," Bryan said.
"This way" Spencer said picking up his trunk and Ian his bag.
Finding their way was awkward through all of the people who were in the corridors.

Eventually, after about twenty minutes or so, they found the room and Ian went in first.
Inside was the red head male you from before and they wondered how he had gotten there so fast or how he got past them and entered his own room to greet his bunkmates for the journey.

Like the ones Bryan met in D-60 they were Russians, they were three brothers travelling to find their fortunes in the new west.
Bryan finished putting his things away when there was a knock on the door which one of the brothers named Sven answered.

"Hey Bryan we're going up on deck, wanna go?"
"Sure I guess, bye guys," he said to the three brothers.

It was still slightly busy in the corridor but Bryan stood there with Ian, Spencer a blue haired and red haired male.
"Bryan, this is Tala and Kai," Ian said he shook their hands.
"Hey," Bryan said.
"How about we go on deck?" Ian asked.
They found their way through the people onto the crowded deck.

Bryan stood next to Kai and watched as the ship moved away from the dock, people cheering all around.
The ship picked up speed as it pulled away.
Kai didn't seem very cheerful, his expression was more of a reserved look on his face.

As the giant liner made her graceful way slowly down the river, the turbulence created by the massive hull was causing problems with surrounding ships.
Two liners were moored in tandem alongside their pier, the Oceanic was inboard, and the New York was on the outside.
As the huge volume of water displaced by the Titanic came upon these two ships, the New York rose high in the water, then dropped back down with enough power to snap her mooring lines like a thin piece of string.
The stern of the New York, which was unmanned, began to swing out into the river, and towards the Titanic.
"Capitan, ahead!" the pilot said.
The captain of the tug Vulcan, managed to get a line aboard the runaway, and aboard Titanic.
"Full astern," Captain Smith ordered to lessen the drawing effect the Titanic was having on the New York.
The two vessels came within four feet of each other, the distance between your outstretched arms!

"My god, did you see how close we were to that ship?" Tala had leaned over to get a good look of what was coming, he had seen the whole thing and was white in the face.
"We nearly hit another ship" After the ship had left the port, the next port was Cherbourg.
Bryan noticed Kai looking up to notice a Chinese male on a higher deck but looked away.
"Kai, come on...lets check this boat out," he pulled his gaze away from the male and nodded at Tala.

Tala pulled Kai through the ship.
"Tala, where are you taking me?" Kai asked, surprised at his friend's action, well he didn't know the boy so this could be his usual thing he's taking Kai too.
"I found this when I got lost coming to my room" Tala showed them a bar.
"A bar?" Kai asked
"Yeah, tonight...celebrating us meeting each other."
"Boy...that sounds really gay," Spencer laughed followed by the others, Tala's cheeks went bright red.

"I meant us becoming friends."
"We're just screwing with you, why not explore what we can?" Bryan laughed.
Kai's thoughts were back to the boy he saw earlier.
"Kai, what's the matter?" Ian asked.
"Oh, nothing, let's go and see the ship."

The ship started moving again from where she was docked.
Titanic was too big to fit into the port at Cherbourg so special ships were sent out with the passengers, the Nomadic and the Traffic.
Among the passengers who were boarding was the famous Molly Brown.

Kai stretched out on his bunk.
The clock said 1:26 AM, they had been in the bar having a good time, they had to carry Tala back as he drank his own weight in Vodka, his head would feel like someone slammed it into a brick wall in the morning.
"He's going to feel like hell tomorrow," Bryan laughed looking at the red head.
Kai nodded.
"So Kai, what are you going to do when we get to America?"
"To be honest, I'm not sure, try and make a new start." Kai stared at the ceiling.
"What about you?"
"I have family in a place called Salt Lake City, they moved there to get away from Russia, they weren't popular with the Government, they have our real second name, we changed it so we could stay in Russia."
"What is your real second name?"
"Kuznetsov." Kai knew he had heard it somewhere, Bryan could tell by his expression.
"I saw you looking at one of the passengers earlier, a long haired guy..or girl, I couldn't tell."
"I wasn't looking at anyone." Bryan rolled his eyes.
"I heard you and Tala talking...I know you're gay." Kai shot Bryan a look.
"Why were you spying?"
"I was sitting next to you."
"Oh."

"I'm gonna go get some rest," Bryan said.
"Night Kai."
"Night Bryan."

Author notes

Beywriter: The Final Titanic fic I'll write...a little late I know but at least its up!
Ray: We hope you enjoy.

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Editor- Lirin Sama