A/N: Hey hey hey! This is a new fanfic that I recently just made. I had this idea in my head ever since I watched Titanic few months back (And I LOVE that movie. Never cry in sad romantics, but this one touched me) and I thought, "Hey, why not make a story similar to this one but with Spashley in it? And so I did, and here we have it :).
As the name suggests, you pretty much get the image of what the story is about (Even though all I did was add an 'a' at the end of Titanic. It isn't the EXACT story line like Titanic but for those who have seen it, you will see some similarities with the plot.
I hope you like it, and enjoy! (Oh and Loving you Incognito, will be updated soon, by the way)
(Don't own any of the SoN character or its story line, and I don't own any Titanic stuff, even though the story may be based a little on it, i am not copying any works from it at all. Actually there's nothing of Titanic i'm copying anyway...)
It was just two in the afternoon when they arrived. The sun was hidden behind the blanket of clouds that shrouded above the heads of thousands of amazed people.
"Ashley dear, could you please get my coat from the back seat?"
Her mother, Christine, called out whilst holding her royal umbrella. They were standing in front of the largest boat ever made in history; the famous luxury liner, Titanica. She watched as crowds of people walked slowly on board, showing their tickets to the crewmen, and heaving their baggage into the boat.
"Certainly mother" Ashley replied patiently. She was about to open the back door of the New 1920 model Mercedes Benz, when she was stopped by a hand.
"Let the servants do it." A man in his late twenties said. He had green piercing eyes, and olive hair that was gelled back to perfection. Body bulky with muscle that hid beneath the elegant clothing that he wore.
"Jack, fetch it for her, will you?" He waved his hand dismissively at him.
Jack quickly looked up, and nodded vigorously. He handed Christine her coat, with shaky hands. Somehow he looked a little frightened to disappoint him.
"You no longer have to lift a finger, Ashley my dear." He kissed her cheek, and placed an arm around her shoulder, guiding her to where her mother was standing.
"Beautiful, isn't it, Christine?" He asked Ashley's mother.
"Oh Aiden. It's wonderful! I'd never imagine I'd be able to set foot on one. I bet the tickets must've cost you a fortune!"
"Pah! It's what I earn in a day. This is nothing, I assure you. I'd do anything, and I mean anything to make you, and your beautiful daughter happy." He looked down at Ashley.
Ashley, flashed him a smile that had little meaning.
In all truths, she did not want to go on this huge monstrous ship. She'd much prefer to stay here in London, where her friends and everyone she grew up with were. Unfortunately, that was no longer a choice that she was allowed to make. She had to say goodbye to them all, and tell them that by Tuesday morning of next week, she would be in New York with her new fiancé, Aiden Dennison.
"Sir, did you want anything else from the bags, before I load them into the ship?"
Phillip asked.
"No, I'm good. Just make sure it's there when I'm on the boat."
"Yes, sir!" He bowed slightly, before returning to the bags.
"Now, how do you say we get on the ship already? I'm dying to see what it looks like inside!" Aiden asked enthusiastically.
"As am I. Ashley, you're awfully quiet. Is everything all right?" Her mother asked, while fanning herself.
"I'm fine." She lied. Then she turned her gaze to the boat.
"I'm just marvelling at how man can make such a beautiful thing within two years. Never in all my wonders did I think it were possible to create this."
Aiden laughed at her comment.
"You'll be even more dazzled when you see the interior"
"Then, please do lead the way."She replied to him.
"All right, then let us go!" He held her tight with one arm and led her onto the loading docks where other people from a wealthy status were lining up.
"They say, that this ship is known as 'The ship of freedom'. Isn't that lovely darling?" Christine asked her daughter.
All she got as a reply was a simple yes, and that was all.
***
In a coffee house in front of the docks where the huge ship stood still in their view, a group of young adults played a game of Black Jack, that took a serious turn. Two girls and four guys sat around the table, playing out their last cards before they would have to depart their ways. Spencer looked at her cards. She then peered over her friend, Chelsea's shoulder to see what she had. A five, a ten and a four. Chelsea frowned a little at her cards, deciding whether to hit or stay.
"Im out" A man beside Spencer said, folding his cards. He pulled his cap down to cover his eyes, then folded his arms. That left three more.
"Me too" The one next to Chelsea handed his cards to the middle. Two more.
"I call all in, and tickets to a cabin on the famous Titanica." The man opposite Spencer said, pushing his deal into the middle.
"Are you crazy, Dick?! That's my ticket in their too!" His friend who had just folded hissed at him.
"Shut, up, Jackro. I bought you those tickets. I have a right to control them." His eyes never left Spencers, staring at her like a tiger on its prey.
Spencer gulped slightly and bit her lip.
"Okay, I call your bet, but I'll have to use this to make up for those tickets."
She pulled out a watch. It was gold in colour, with an image of a crown inside the clock below the 12.
"Solid gold, made by the fine makers of Rolex. My grandmother gave this to me."
She placed the watch softly in the middle.
Chelsea gasped at her brave bet, jaws hanging wide open. She knew how much that watch meant to her.
"I'm out too then." She said with shaky hands.
"Spencer, are you sure?" She whispered to her when she had pushed her cards forward.
Spencer just nodded bleakly, looking rather nervous.
"Okay well, let's see your cards then you two; I have a boat to catch." The dealer said, nodding his head towards Spencer and Dick,
Dick flipped his cards open. It was two kings.
Then Spencer flipped hers. An ace and a jack.
"Read 'em and weep 'em, boys." She flashed them a smile and pulled in her winnings.
The guy still hadn't removed his eyes from the table. He looked like he had just seen a ghost. The aftershock of having lost a great amount began to pump through his body. Not a sound did he make.
"You bloody idiot! Now look what you have cost us!" His friend yelled, standing up fast then slamming his cap onto the table venting out his anger.
"The winner is the gorgeous young lady here! Now I have to hurry before I miss the boat. And so do you." He winked at Spencer, and carried his coat and luggage out of the cafe door.
"Chelsea, get your bags, your coming with me!" She told her friend.
"What? But, I haven't packed or anything!" She exclaimed.
"Oh please, even if you did pack, all you'd have in your bag is a toothbrush a bar of soap, and extra clothes. America has everything I tell ya! So there's no need to fuss about stuff like that" She said, while hurrying to grab her coat and bag and the cash that lay on the table.
"Besides we're going on the most luxurious ocean liner ever made! Not only that, I'm finally going home!"
Chelsea considered for a moment her options.
"Oh what the heck! I've got nothing to stay here for anyway!" She followed Spencer's actions and the two of them rushed quickly out of the cafe.
The two young women ran, laughing with glee, happy and still mesmerised at their luck of winning passes to the Titanica.
"I can't believe I'm doing this!" Chelsea yelled whilst running.
"Believe it, Chels! I can't believe we got so lucky!" Spencer pulled off her cap and waved it into the win in triumphant.
The bridge walk that joined the liner to the pier was about to break off, preparing to depart.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Spencer yelled, running across the bridge walk, then jumped onto the platform of the door. Chelsea also followed suit.
The patron looked at the two women, as if they were crazy. Especially at Spencer who was wearing nothing lady-like but a pair of grey pants, black boots an old white long sleeve shirt and a blue cap.
Chelsea on the other hand, wore a black dress that was ripped at the bottom hem.
"Sorry ladies, no ticket, no entry." He began to walk inside, but Spencer pulled at the back of his crew jacket, making him stagger slightly backwards.
"But we've got tickets, see?" She held it in front of him, as if he were short sighted.
He took them from her hands and checked it.
"And is she your maid?" He nodded his head to Chelsea's direction.
"Um...Yes, she is." Spencer quickly replied. Chelsea bowed her head down, not in sadness but rather in respect.
She knew how white folks regarded black people like her as scum and unworthy, but to Spencer she was her best friend and one of the most honest and true persons she had ever met.
"All right then, come along." He signalled the men to pull up the entrance door, and passed the two tickets back to their owners.
"Your room's down that way, turn to your left before you reach the end."
"Thank you, sir!" Spencer said excitedly.
"Come on Chelsea!" She pulled at her friend's hand. The both of them walked down the large corridor. It wasn't dazzling apart from the white walls and the chandeliers that were placed above their heads.
"Wow the walls are so white!" Chelsea exclaimed while touching it softly.
"Of course they are, but please don't touch them too much. You'd wreck it and make it dirty before we even leave the harbour."
A passenger sneered at her. The two white men behind him laughed at the joke and carried on walking to their destination.
Spencer could feel her blood boil at an immensely great heat. She wanted to punch their lights out and make them say they were sorry for making such a rude remark.
She was about to do just that, but Chelsea stopped her.
"Spencer, leave it. I don't mind really."
"Yeah but I do! Those bastards have no respect whatsoever." She gritted her teeth while saying so.
"Look, let's just go put our bags down then we can go wander, okay?"
Spencer finally agreed, and the two women entered their designated rooms. It was small, no bigger than a bath room and not much to look at. It fitted exactly for just two people, with bunk beds on the side.
"Well, it's better than the dumpster, I always say" She said to Spencer.
Spencer flashed a weak smile.
"Well then, shall we go check the decks now?"
Please Review, and tell me what you think about it! Do you think I should continue or not?
Your opinions and comments are really valued and I don't mind good or bad. Sorry that the first chapter is pretty bland, but it will get even better, i swear :).
Thank your for reading it by the way. Have a great day everyone ^^.