Whistles and chants could be heard from miles and miles away. The dock was full of frustrated guards and policemen who were trying to hustle the bustles and bustles of people who tried to get their eyes on their loved ones before they sailed away.

Today was the day that headlines were raving about. The day where family and friends would be whisked away to the land of the new and exciting. The land your dreams would fantasize about.

April 10th, 1912.

The day the Titanic shipped off.

Officer Richard Mahoney grunted as a fellow officer bumped his back, causing him to fall into a young lady that walked in front of him at that lucky moment. "Oh, miss!" He grabbed onto her upper arms before she fell onto the pavement, giving a polite smile as he watched her fix her hat. "Are you alright, my lady?"

The brunette gave a timid smile as she nodded, her gloved hands fixing the cap on her curled hair. "I'm alright. Thank you." She turned her head and let her eyes slowly search the crowd, her hand on the officer's wrist. "Have you seen my father?"

Mahoney shook his head sadly as the young woman's soft eyes came back to his. "I'm sorry miss, but there are over a thousand patrons here. I have not been able to spot my own captain."

She gave a nod before releasing the taller man's arm. "Thank you." Her back immediately turned to the gentleman before slowly walking off, her left hand clutching the bottom of her dress as she walked so it wouldn't touch the damp ground. Maybe they're already on the ship, she thought.

Not a second after she made it onto the small bridge that took her over from the pier to the ship's entrance door, she rammed her side into a metal post as a tall figure tripped over a stray bag by their feet.

His eyes widened as his hands immediately went to the petite brunette, helping her off the ground and back onto her feet. "I am so sorry, miss. Did I hurt you?"

She huffed before shaking her head, her fingers scraping the dirt from the hem of her light blue dress. "I'm fine. Just keep getting bumped into, today." Her eyes flickered up to the man's and her heart stopped. His eyes were just a softer shade of hers, his fierce gaze angled on her while his smooth jaw stared at her. So kissable. "I'm f-fine."

He nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on the younger woman's fragile beauty. Her contrasting look, the ebony hair with alabaster skin, her eyes a deep brown. A dark chocolate. "What is your name?"

"I'm Emily."

"Well I'm Aaron." He stuck out his hand, letting her smaller one slip right into his palm.

Emily giggled as a soft smile appeared on her face when she watched the brunette man touch his lips to her gloved fingers. "It is very nice to meet you, Aaron."

Aaron smiled to the young woman before releasing her hand. "You must let me take you to dinner one night. To make up for such a rude entrance."

"Well I - Oh!"

Her reply was instantly cut off as two men ran past the brunette couple, letting Emily trip and fall right into Aaron's arms.

The blonde who had knocked her over gave a quick turn of the head, his bag shifted over his shoulder. "You alright, ma'am?"

Emily nodded, shivering as her back touched Aaron's chest and his arms were secure around her waist. "Yes, I'm fine."

He gave a smile before jogging back over to her and smacking a kiss to her cheek. "Pleasure to meet you, miss. I'm Jack Dawson."

The brunette smiled and waved as he ran through the boat's main corridor. "Emily!"

Aaron leveled the young woman to her feet and turned her to face him, his fingers grabbing the small bag she had dropped and placing it right back into her hand. "You sure seem to be in a wrong spot today, Emily."

Emily gave a smirk and nodded her head. "Always am."

"Emily Ann!"

The brunette turned and her face immediately brightened, her arms going around the older man's neck as he lifted her from the ground. "Daddy!"

Carlton Prentiss smiled into his daughter's hair before setting her to the ground, taking her bag from her fingers. "You ready to board, darling?"

Emily nodded quickly before taking a glance behind her father. "Mother isn't coming?"

Her father sadly shook his head, laying a kiss to his only daughter's brow. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but she's come down with a bit of a fever. I had Steven bring her back to the house." He nodded when his daughter gave a small pout. "I know darling. We'll just see her when we arrive back."

Emily bit her lip before taking her father's hand, following him as he handed their tickets to the young man by the door. Her head turned as her fingers were softly tugged, and she gave a smile to the man that had made her heart jump not too long ago. "Goodbye Aaron."

Aaron smiled to the brunette and watched her follow the gray man onto the boat. "Goodbye Emily."