A/n I know I should be working on my other stories but I really wanted to start this, it was eating away at my brain! Might start out a bit boring…
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The Ship of Dreams
Chapter 1
No One's POV
He'd finally found something. For years Brock Lovett searched for something that could lead him to the mysterious Pasiv stone. When the Titanic sunk it took the diamond down with it. It was said to make dreams become real for whoever possessed it.
Following the ship's famous collapse, Mr. Maurice Fischer, a very wealthy business tycoon, made an insurance claim on the ring it was set on. It belonged to his nephew, Arthur Levitt-Fischer, who hadn't survived the sinking. Young Arthur, who had been only 25 when he died, was meant to use it to propose to whoever he chose to marry. Maurice was his next of kin, therefore it belonged to him. Lovett found the small safe that the Fischer's had taken with them. He was sure the ring was in the safe.
"Let's crack this thing open!" Lewis Bodine, his colleague shouted.
Everyone involved with the project was gathered on the deck of the ship, waiting to see what was in the safe. Bodine was spraying champagne all over everyone. The front of the safe was sawed and pulled off. Clay and water rushed out. Lovett reached in and started to pull things out. All he found was more clay and paper.
Panicked, he dug in deeper, still finding nothing. The crowd dispersed. The safe and its contents were taken to be inspected.
"Don't worry Boss, we'll find it." Lewis assured him.
Brock was looking over the contents of the safe as they were cleaned.
"Hey Boss, you got a call from the partners!" someone told him.
He took the phone and assured them that there were still placed to find the ring.
As he hung up he noticed something on one of the screens showing the artifacts. Two drawings were being cleaned with an airbrush. He briefly saw a woman's hand in one. On it was a diamond ring.
He ran over to the drawings and inspected them. One was a nude drawing of a beautiful young woman. Her dark curly hair framed her face. Her head was propped up on her left hand. A large diamond ring lay on her ring finger. It was signed in the corner A.L.F.
The second was a handsome man wearing a three piece suit and tie without the jacket. His arm rested on his knee and his head rested on his fist. He looked very serious and professional. He had dark slicked back hair and was clean shaven. Under him, at the bottom of the picture Arthur was written in beautiful cursive. It was signed A.P.
"Is that who I think it is?" Bodine asked.
"That's Arthur Levitt-Fischer!" Lovett exclaimed.
"Who's the girl then?"
"I don't know, was Arthur even an artist?"
Soon the pictures were being broadcasted on TV everywhere.
"Boss you got a call. I think you're going to want to take it!"
Lovett turned away from the submarines that were being stored.
"And you might have to speak up, she's kind of old."
"Hello, this is Brock Lovett. How may I help you Mrs.…"
"Levitt, Ariadne Levitt!" the man told him.
"Mrs. Levitt."
"I was just wondering if you had found the Pasiv yet." She said
Brock looked at the man wide eyed.
"I told you you'd want to take this call." He smirked.
"Ok you have my attention now Ariadne," he said, returning to the phone. "Can you tell me who the people in the pictures are?"
"Oh yes," she answered, "That's me and my husband."
"She's a god damned liar!" Bodine shouted as he followed Lovett to the helipad. Ariadne and Arthur Levitt were being flown to the ship to talk to Brock.
"They're just seeking money or publicity!" he continued. "Arthur Levitt-Fischer died on the Titanic when he was 25. If he had lived he'd be over a hundred by now! And he wasn't married. There's no record of any Ariadne being on the Titanic"
"110 in a few months!" Lovett stated.
"Ok, so he's a very old god damn liar! I've already done a background check on both of them. She was originally Ariadne Page then she married Arthur Levitt and punched out a few kids. She was an architect and he enlisted in the army then became an actor."
"Everyone who knows about the diamond is supposed to be dead or on this boat, but they know!" Lovett argued.
The helicopter landed and a very old couple was helped down from it. They brought along lots of luggage and a fish bowl.
"Mr. and Mrs. Levitt, I'm Brock Lovett. Welcome!"
Once they were settled into their room Lovett went to visit them.
"Are your accommodations alright?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you very much." Arthur said.
"Can I get you anything? What would you like?" he asked.
Arthur and Ariadne looked at each other for a moment.
"We'd like to see our drawings."
They looked over their drawings. Ariadne closed he eyes, remembering when Arthur drew it. He wrapped his arm around her. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.
"The Pasiv stone was handed down through families for generations. The man used it to propose then it would be passed on to his son to do the same with. Right after the Titanic sunk, an insurance claim was made under absolute secrecy. Do you know who made it?"
"I'd imagine it was Maurice or Robert Fischer." Arthur said.
"That's right Maurice Fischer did, he said it belonged to his older brother's son. The diamond had to have gone down with the ship. See the dates? April 14th, 1912."
"So if you are who you say you are," Bodine said skeptically, "then you were wearing the ring the day the Titanic sunk."
"And that makes you my new best friends" Lovett smiled.
Bodine ran through how the Titanic went down.
"Well that was a…nice analysis but the actual experience was a bit different." Arthur said.
"Will you share it with us?" Lovett asked.
"Would you like to start or should I?" Arthur asked Ariadne.
"You go ahead, you got on first anyway." She said.
"It's been almost 85 years," he started.
"Just tell us anything you can remember." Lovett encouraged.
Arthur looked at him, "Do you want to hear this or not?"
Lovett looked sheepish.
"It's been almost 85 years," Arthur started again, "but I can still smell the fresh paint. Everything was new, the beds had never been slept in, and the china had never been used. The Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams."
He smiled down at Ariadne and pulled her closer.
"And it was…"