(NOTE: This is not from the version of Titanic with Leonardo and Kate. This was inspired by the made-for-TV version that came out around the same time, and the character Tim Curry plays in it. Enjoy!)
"Come along, Isabella. Keep up!" Maria Dawson said harshly as she made her way through the halls of the large ship. Her niece Isabella Taylor tried her best to keep at the same pace as her, but with trying to drag along the entire load of their combined luggage, it was proving to be quite difficult. "You're lucky we didn't get left behind. Damn near missed the boat because of you," she added as they turned a corner, and ran into a man that was coming from the other direction.
"I'm sorry miss," the man said, helping her pick up the tickets she had been holding.
"Oh, it's quite alright," Maria said with a smile as she took them from him. When she noticed he was one of the workers, she asked, "Could you help us find our room? We seem to be a bit lost."
"I can. And what might your name be, ma'am?"
"Maria Dawson," Maria informed him.
He glanced over at Isabella, and smirked at her before going through the list he had in his hand. This made Isabella blush furiously. "Ah yes, Maria Dawson. There you are. I don't believe I caught your name, though, young lady."
"Isabella Taylor, sir," Isabella said in a quiet voice.
"Speak up, girl, so he can hear you!" Maria said harshly.
"It's quite alright, madam, I heard her fine. You two are right down this hall, last door on your right." When he saw all the luggage Isabella had, he added, "Here, let me help you to your room." He grabbed a couple of the bags from Isabella, and led them down the hall. "Here we are," he said as he sat the bags on one of the beds. "You ladies have yourself a fine trip."
"Oh, why THANK you, kind sir," Maria said in an overly exaggerated voice, smiling at him before walking over to the window and looking out.
Isabella glanced over at him, and was brought back when he winked at her. He then grinned, and headed out the door to give them their privacy, leaving Isabella to wonder what had just happened.
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As Simon laid there in his sleeping quarters, his mind went back to the young girl he had seen earlier. There was something about her that immediately intrigued him. Part of it, he knew, had been her looks. Never before had he seen a more beautiful creature. Her dark hair had been pulled back into a neat bun, exposing a long, elegant neck. She had rich, dark brown eyes that seemed to hold an unending depth within them. Unlike the other women he saw, her skin was a rich tanned color, revealing that she spent many hours outside. She had striking facial features, with high cheekbones, a small upturned nose and full, pouty lips. He had also noticed the innocence she gave off, unlike that hussy she was with. He had a feeling that particular hall they were staying down would be his favorite to patrol.