Violet's Story
CHAPTER 1 - One Lucky Girl
AUTHOR'S NOTE - Whilst reading a history book in the library about Titanic, I came across a paragraph about a lucky stewardess who survived both the sinking of Titanic and her sister ship Olympic. I decided to research her more, and discovoured the adventurous ife of Violet Jessop. I decided to write a story based on her life, which I hope I can do without changing history too much. As I write the story, I'll write the historical changes I've made at the end of the chapter, so please don't hate me for changing history!
In a way, I'm writing this story as a tribute to Violet. She was a real stewardess on Titanic and her sister ship Olympic (which she survived the near sinking of). She then narrowly survived the sinking of Olympic, which for a wman was about the closest to the front line you could get in World War One. I thought a life like that was worht writing a fanfiction about. So, here's my best shot at it!
By the way, those of you that were reading Love Lasts for Eternity, I'm taking a break from writing it, so I can write this one. I WILL get back to it eventually, but for now I'm writing this.
So, read on guys, here's my first chapter!
R.I.P Violet Constance Jessop
October 2nd 1887 - May 5th 1971
Over the course of my life, I've had more than my fair share of luck. I've been through and survived a lot more than most people. Not that I laugh in the face of fate. I've never made a habit of thinking myself immune to bad luck. In fact, everytime I was faced with death, I thought to myself, this is it. I'm going to die. Any minute now...
But hold on, I'm not making sense to you. I'll start from the begining, then you'll understand. My name is Violet. Violet Constance Jessop. Daughter of William and Katherine Jessop, oldest of 6 surviving siblings. I was born in the Argentine, where my father worked as a sheep farmer. I was the first of a total of 9 brothers and sisters, 6 of which survived (I guess lucky isn't a family inheritence).
Origionally from Dublin, my parents travelled to the Argentine so my father could farm sheep in 1886. This was a year before I was born, and we stayed in the Argentine until my father died. Ater the tragic death, my mother took me and my siblings back to Great Britain, where we stayed. I attended a convent school there and continued my education until I started work on board RMS. Olympic.
My first lucky escape came when I was a mere infant. Sick with tuberculosis, the doctor told my parents to fear the worst. Though destined to die, I miraculously survived the illness, with no last side-effects. Nothing shrot of a trully lucky escape.
"You even had the doctor baffled, Vi", my mother told me when I was older "Fooled us all, you did. All the doctor could say that you were one lucky girl"
"One lucky girl". Ironic isn't it? Maybe that doctor was a soothsayer, but he dubbed me right. Throughout the course of my life, I proved myself worthy of the title. Only now I'm taking the time to write it all down have I realised just how lucky I am. After all, any normal girl who can survive tuborculosis as an infant, the near sinking of Olympic, the sinking of Olympic's two sister ships Titanic and Britannic surely deserves to be called One Lucky Girl.
But I'm only going to tell you about my experiences aboard the Titanic. That was the one that changed my life, the one I'll remember most for the rest of my life. So here it is, the story of One Lucky Girl's escape from the biggest disaster at sea of the 20th century...