Disclaimer – I do not own Titanic (movie or wreck) or most of the characters in this story. With the exception of Rebecca (and possibly one or two others as it progresses), all the characters belong to James Cameron or history. Where the historical characters are concerned, I try to write them with respect although I admit I like to play with them a little bit to suit my needs. I hope no offence is caused, because that is definitely not intended.

As always I have several inspirations, especially music. This story is inspired by an ABBA song I heard ages ago when I was on my ABBA kick – I won't say which because if you looked up the lyrics it would spoil the story! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story – I intend it to be a bit brighter and lighthearted than 'Memory Of You', although it is a story centred around Titanic! Well, I hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think.

Updates might be a bit slow, but I am at university now so I don't have as much spare time as I did a couple of months ago. Still, I will aim to update at least once a week. ~Phil


I looked up at the side of the ship as we were slowly lowered down towards the dark ocean. I was trying to catch a glimpse of my Charles, I was desperate to see him before it was too late. He didn't appear and I looked down sadly. I wasn't surprised.

This was ridiculous. This ship was unsinkable! I had heard people brag about it so many times that it seemed completely illogical that we were being sent away in lifeboats.

Lifeboats? Huh! What sort of a life would I have on my own anyway? I should never have agreed to go on this voyage! I had a lovely life back home in Southampton. Fair enough, I didn't have the most respectable profession but I had friends and family and I didn't want anything more than what I had. If only Charles hadn't made that ridiculous bet, if only he had never asked me to come...it made no difference now. I had betrayed his trust and I had to live with that. I had lost one of my closest friends from childhood and all because I decided that I wanted to live a high-class life for a while. I should have just known my place and all would have been fine.

I huddled into my shawl and diverted my eyes away from the ship. The other women in my boat were muttering amongst themselves, complaining about having to leave the warmth and safety of the ship. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore them as I cast my mind back over the past week...