On the 100th anniversary of the Sinking of the Titanic, my family was going to see James Cameron's movie of the Titanic, but it was rented out on Netflix and such. So I watched the animated film 'Titanic the Legend goes on…' instead. It was great, but it was a shame that IMDb rated it #1 of the Top 100 worst films list. Possibly because of the repeated scenes, repeated lines, slight animation errors, and that out of place rap song. Despite those small details, I love it. It is so funny, and romantic, especially since it still has the romance between two different classes of people. I have always found that romantic in a forbidden love atmosphere way. I also love the song 'Holding me' it's so romantic, and I think it suits William and Angelina very well. So, I've decided to write it out in my own words, with no repeated scenes, no repeated lines, and don't worry there will be no rap scene with the dog.

This fanfic will follow the plot of the uncut version, and I will be putting the scenes together will all the lines. I will be doing the first scene from the cut version.

I'll be doing this story in many POV's and scenes, like Angelina, William, Maxie, and etc.

I know that the Titanic sailed off on April 10, 1912, but the movie went a little faster. So, bear with me.

I'm taking a bit of risk, so go easy on me.

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Chapter 1: The Faithful Night and Flashback to the Preparation of the Journey of a New Life

April 15, 1912, Midnight, Somewhere in the Atlantic, Angelina's POV:

It was a cold night for all of us, I have never thought that I would have preferred to be in that small cabin sleeping underneath old worn out blanket while my foster sisters and foster mother were sitting, or rather sleeping in the lap of luxury. While I was helping a random teenage boy row the lifeboat we were in, people and some animals were shivering, and some were suffering from hypothermia.

It was a sight that would haunt me for the rest of my life. There were many lifeboats and many people in them, mostly crew and women and children of the second and first classes, barely any in the third class like me, Victoria, and her grandchildren. I know that the upper classes mistreat the people in the third class, but taking most of the boats for themselves, while most of the third class near the bottom of the ship were drowning along with the crew? That was too far.

To make matters even worst, the man that I have fallen in love with, William is on the ship right now trying to save those still left on board. I'm so worried about him. I heard a horrible metal tearing sound. I looked towards the sinking ship and saw that the ship split partly in the middle and it sunk nose-first into the freezing water. No one could survive that.

I feared the worst for William, even if he survived the breaking ship, he has to swim through the freezing waters, and he could get hypothermia as well. Who would have thought things would end up like this. As a stray tear fell down my cheek, my mind flashed back to about a day before the majestic, and yet tragic ship set sail.

April 13, 1912, 5 o'clock p.m., somewhere in the English Countryside, Angelina's POV:

Chuga chuga, chuga, chuga. The train sounded as I looked outside the window of the passenger car me and my foster family were riding. My name is Angelina Pickery. My foster family and I are going to ride the ship known as the R.M.S. Titanic. We are going to start a new life there. My foster mother's definition of a new life would be having her daughters marry handsome and wealthy men. But I have other plans.

As their fat orange striped cat, Geoffrey, laid asleep a few feet away from my right, I gazed at the old purplish brown box with dark floral designs on the sides. I opened it and on a soft velvet bed was a gold oval shaped locket with a large blue stone in the middle. It was the only thing I have left of the mother I have never met. I opened the locket, and there was an old picture of a mother who looked a little bit like me.

When I was a baby, my parents left me. My foster mother said they abandoned me, but I don't believe her at all. From the appearance of the sepia photo in the locket, I didn't come from a family that had enough money to take care of themselves and a child.

As I looked at my supposedly real mother's photograph for the umpteenth time that day, my foster mother, Gertrude Pickery, who had light brown hair and cold dark eyes was giving a small pep talk to her real daughters, the red-haired overweight Bernice, and the thin as a twig raven haired Hortense.

"Now don't forget my pretties. The purpose of this journey is…husbands, handsome and wealthy." she said as she put her hand underneath their chins to encourage them, "And don't you spoil things, Angelina!" she said with a despiteful look on her face.

Why does she always blame me for their mistakes and misfortunes? I wasn't listening anyway. I was so focused on my locket's photo. After I finished looking at it, I sighed, put it back in the box, and looked out the window to admire the scenery.

"And stop looking at that picture. You're never going to find your precious mother." Gertrude said with a wickedly amused smile on her face. "YOUR PRECIOUS MOTHER!" Hortense and Bernice repeated mocking me as usual. "You're wrong, I will find her, and my father too." I said confidently as I looked out the window again as the train whistle sounded again, "I'll find them both."

I'm old enough to look after myself, so when we get to America, I'll leave them and start a life of freedom and happiness when I come of age. I have always hoped to find my parents, and perhaps if I meet a wonderful man, we'll marry and start a family of our own. Little did I know that find all that and more.

April 1 , 1912, 9:30 a.m., Southampton, England Seaport No One's POV:

A seagull was lazily perched on the edge of a random building near a window. After it cleaned its feathers, it flew off. It headed towards a tall white building with a dark green roof and at the last moment, flew over it. And right behind that building, the very ship is known as the Titanic.

People far and wide, young and old, rich and poor, crew and passengers, going abroad and wishing von boy age to the passengers and crew were gathered all over the peer. Some of the passengers were going for business in America, some were travelers wanted to get back home across the sea, and others wanted to get away from hard times and wanted to start a new life.

Away from the eyes of humans, near the pipelines, all sorts of animals were boarding with similar goals as the human passengers. There were mice, dogs, cats, geese, birds, even squirrels from many different corners of the eastern hemisphere.

Everyone cheered for the ship to set sail on its maiden voyage to New York City. Excited for it to take its first trip across the Atlantic all the way to New York City in America with promises of new opportunities for the passengers rich and poor on board.

April 1 , 1912, 9:30 a.m., Southampton, England Seaport Kirk and Dirk's Scene:

We were riding wildly through the cobbled streets, our boss wanted to get to the Titanic as soon as possible. Corynthia, our boss an old… or shall we say ancient lady bossed us around like we were slaves and make us steal jewels from other people. Not that being rich is a good idea…we want to get rich quick and possibly get away from that witch and her bat-faced Chihuahua, Tiger. Why she named him that we have no clue.

Dirk flew out the left rear door as the driver turned a sharp curve too quickly. He was holding on to the roof for dear life. When we finally reached the pier, the driver stepped on the brake really hard, and that sent him flying onto the hard cobblestones. Luckily, his fat stomach gave him some cushion from the impact.

The car parked behind him and the car opened and a foot with an expensive looking boot stepped on top of Dirk's back, almost breaking his spine. He groaned in pain as their boss fully got out of the car with her little brown Chihuahua with blue pearls for a collar came out.

"There's going to be plenty to busy you aboard this tub." the old lady in the wine red and black outfit and matching hat. She wasn't holding her little dog properly as he looked as if he was choking as she turned around to face her lackeys. Kirk, Dirk's tall skinny brother, came out carefully, trying not to bump into his stumbling brother who was dizzy from the wild ride. "JUST HURRY UP YOU LAYABOUTS!" she yelled, ordering them to get their luggage, "TRY TO EARN YOUR KEEP!"

"Why you put up with her Dirk?" Kirk asked as he gave some bags to him as Corynthia walked towards the ship to board. "Why do you, Kirk?" he asked as he followed Corynthia to the boat. "We don't know! We don't know!" both of them said complainingly carrying her heavy bags. But they were not the only ones with trouble with their bosses.

April 1 , 1912, 9:30 a.m., Southampton, England Seaport Angelina's POV:

While I was gathering all of the luggage, my stepmother and stepsisters went aboard. A woman holding a small dark brown Chihuahua rudely bumped into Bernice and made her fall down, her overly large hat falling off of her short head. "ANGELICA! PICK UP THAT LUGGAGE AND GET A MOVE ON!" Gertrude yelled as Hortense helped put her sister's hat back on as she got back up on her feet.

Geoffrey was about to climb aboard as well, but he saw me struggling with the bags and got a mischievous look in his eyes. That cat anyways tries to mess with me. This time was no different. He started to circle around me, I followed his movements, and it made me very dizzy. I eventually accidentally stepped on the bottom of my skirt and dropped the bag and the box that contained the locket that I was carrying. The bag fell on top of Geoffrey, and my box flew off somewhere.

April 1 , 1912, 9:30 a.m., Southampton, England Seaport No One's POV:

When Angelina's box fell to the ground, it opened, and the simple, beautiful, and precious locket fell out onto the cobbled streets. It landed between two crates, making it nearly impossible to be seen by anyone.

April 1 , 1912, 9:30 a.m., Southampton, England Seaport Angelina's POV:

"Oh Angelina, you really are hopeless!" Gertrude said. Whenever Geoffrey plays a trick on me, I always get blamed. An elderly man, obliviously of the upper class, wearing a dark coat with grayish fur around the neck picked up the box with my locket and came towards us.

I held out my right hand to accept my box, but he just looked at me and walked past me to the other. He must think it was theirs. It's a sad fact that when people of the upper class see us, they look right through us. I bowed my head in loneliness.

"Here you are ladies, let's hope it's a smooth crossing." he said raising his eyebrows charmingly. He handed the box to Bernice, which she accepted. "My card." he said handing her a small business card.

She looked at the card and then looked at the box and realized it wasn't hers. "This is yours!" she said, throwing it to me roughly. "Look, mother, it's the banker Jeremy McFlannel." she said looking at the card in her hands. Her sister tried to look as well, but Bernice pulled it away from her sight in annoyance.

I tried to catch the box, but my hands were full, so I accidentally dropped the luggage as it hit me on the head. And my box landed between two crates.

April 1 , 1912, 9:30 a.m., Southampton, England Seaport Maxie the Mouse's POV:

"Now hurry! Before all the best places are taken!" my Papa said carrying two heavy, well heavy to us mice, luggage. My Mama followed quickly behind him carrying only her umbrella, which she was using for a cane, and a black purse. I, on the other hand, was lagging behind them, dragging my burlap filed with all of my toys, my prize processions, and a few other things I might need on this trip.

My family has been facing hard times in Germany, and so my parents and many of our friends decided to pack up and go to America to start a new life, like many others. I wonder what kind of life it will be like.

I tried to keep up with Mama and Papa, but my bag was so heavy. Maybe I should listen to them and bring only my favorite toys. "You let him bring all his toys? It's a big bundle, Papa." Mama said. "Quit krechen Gretchen, he promised to carry them all himself." Papa said as he and Mama passed a large box.

I continued to drag my bag across the ground then I tripped and did a double flip in the air and landed on top of the pack. When I got back up and rubbed my head, I noticed a large shadow. It was a human girl with long red hair, and sky blue eyes, probably of third class like us. I have to be careful; Mama and Papa have always warned me about humans. Some of them are terrified with mice, especially the females of the species, but others but not much.

I ducked behind the box, but then I remembered my bag and went back to get it and went behind the box again. The girl bent over and picked up the box. I immediately froze and shivered in fear, any minute now she'll scream and try to stomp on me, or at least run away terrified.

However that wasn't the case, she had a surprised look on her face, but it wasn't one of fear. "Who are you?" she asked gently. I looked up and smiled nervously, I have to admit she's charming for a human.

"Come on Angelica, don't dawdle!" I heard a scary mean looking human lady with two ugly overdressed girls called to the nice human. She gave an annoyed look towards the women, gave me a wink, and walk away with her box. Angelica must be her name. Maybe she's one of those extra unique humans.

April 1 , 1912, 9:30 a.m., Southampton, England Seaport Gaston's POV:

Olalla, there are certainly are many kinds of people here. Perhaps I could get rich quick by associated with the pearls along the swine. I scanned the crowds of crew and passengers for anyone in particular. That's when I saw her.

"Oh my my my my my." I exclaimed. She was a goddess, a lovely royal blue tube top gown that revealed much of her back, a white furry boa, beautiful maple hair, and blue eyes, "What a beauty, what a face, what a divine figure." I walked towards her to get a closer look. She saw me and gave me an interested look on her face as the strap from her left shoulder slid off.

I tried to get closer, but those two Dalmatians dogs of hers that she was walking were growling furiously at me. I never made much of an impression on mangy animals, but why would I care anyway? The male mutt lunged at me barking viciously. Luckily, his mistress holds him back. I decided it would be best if I stand back for a while.

Then something caught me in the corner of my eye, and I saw that it was a gold and blue oval pendant. This little trinket looks very valuable. Perhaps I could give this pendant to the woman as a gift, now would undoubtedly impress her.

I picked it up and bit it to see if it was real, to my pleasure, it was. "Toothache Gaston?" my boss, Sir William of England asked. "No no, not at all!" I said as I hid the locket in my inside jacket pocket.

April 1 , 1912, 9:30 a.m., Southampton, England Seaport William's POV:

Gaston's up to his old tricks again, he always has 'Get rich quick' ideas. I wonder what it is this time. Sometimes I don't know why I put up with him sometimes.

"Earnest, be careful!" I heard an elderly lady called out to a small boy. Perhaps her grandson or something. He was climbing onto the handrail that leads to the ship's deck. I could fall. I should probably help him.

"Dear Lord, thank you for helping us pay our passage to America and keep us safe." she silently prayed. "Don't spoil your new clothes!" she said. Then he started to slip. "Hang on sonny!" I said as I catch him with his hands still on the rail.

"Thank you so much sir." an older girl with short brown hair said taking the small boy in her arms. She must be his older sister. "Little knit wit!" she stated teasingly as she walked back to their grandmother.

I looked back to where I was before and saw my nanny with Gaston. I don't believe this, Nanny Danny is struggling to get the luggage, even though she's too old to do so, and Gaston's not even lending her a hand.

True, I'm an adult, but she's coming with us to start a new life with us in America. I went over to her and smiled. "Need help?" I asked. "No thank you, Master William, I can manage." she insisted. But I insisted more. "Don't be silly Nanny. Let me." I said as I grabbed one of the heavy bags, which contained some of my books, and headed to the grand ship for a new life.

April 1 , 1912, 9:30 a.m., Southampton, England Seaport Animals' POV:

While the humans were boarding, below, various animals were getting on as well for many different reasons, from business trips to start new lives. The Yiddish mice family were boarding with Maxie behind them. "Son, what have you got in there?" Papa mouse asked Maxie. "Things that might be useful," he said as he dragged the heavy burlap bag along the wooden boarding plank.

Then a squirrel from the Alps came on the plank checking his bag to see if he got everything he needed. Then a black magpie named Hector with a red vest, a white shirt, and a blue hat perched behind the squirrel and slyly took the yellow pin from the squirrel's hat. The squirrel thought something touched his hat and looked behind him to find the magpie just whistling.

Then three mice in yellow, green, and red sombreros carrying different kinds of Spanish instruments came onto the plank, but they were stopped by the curious Hector. "Say, what's with the costumes guys?" he asked. "We have been on tour senor, and we can't wait to get home to our village in Chile." the mouse in the yellow sombrero said as he and his friends went around Hector to get on the ship.

Then Hector had a 'Get Rich Quick' idea in his eyes. "May I join you? I play wicked bongos." he offered as he followed them onto the ship.

April 1 , 1912, 9:30 a.m., Southampton, England Seaport Detective Bradbury's POV:

The crew was about to pull the boarding plank on the ship. But there was one more passenger to board. The captain was talking to a tall elderly woman of high class as a man dressed as Sherlock Holmes ran up the platform.

"HOLD IT WILL YA! I'M COMING! I'LL BE THERE IN A JIFFY!" he yelled as he jumped into the ship. "Sorry captain!" he apologized as he bowed to the lady, "Special detective; Sam Bradbury, Sam to my friends, un-friend to my enemies."

"Oh what a relief!" she said, "I was just telling the captain how worried I am about my jewelry. But now I feel quite safe at the reception, knowing your watchful eye is upon them." "Detective Bradbury this is Miss Ronda Vanamonk of New York society." the captain, Edward John Smith introduced the woman. "Oh yeah, of Vanamonk copper mines. A pleasure ma'am." the detective said. "Actually the reason I'm traveling with you is because there's a notorious band of thieves on this ship, which I'm traveling by disguise. And I figure by boarding late, I will go unnoticed," he said.

"Ready for sea sir!" a crewman informed. "Ahead slow, and go easy pulling out of the harbor, we don't want to disturb the other liners with our wash." Captain Smith commanded. "Aye aye sir!" the crewman said as he went to give the orders to the rest of the crew.

"Barbara! Rob!" called out to her grandchildren. A tall blonde boy of twelve and a blonde pigtail girl of eight. "Let's go unpacked." she said. "Coming!" Rob said. "Okay!" said his sister following their grandmother.

April 1 , 1912, 9:30 a.m., Southampton, England Seaport No One's POV:

"Alright crew, ahead slow!" the First officer, Stockard commanded the crew on the captain's wheelhouse. "Pull out right away." an officer command the other members of the crew in the engine room.

"The crew in the engine room started the engines and shoveled the coal into the furnace. The anchor was lifted, and the ship left the port. The passengers on board and the people off the ship wave to each farewell.

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And then the magnificent R.M.S. Titanic sailed off on her maiden voyage. Little did anyone know that her first journey across the water…will be her last. And the end of her line will be the end of many innocent people's lives.