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Happy New Year

Thirty seconds to midnight and I was completely wired, and I had no idea what was causing it. I was blaming it on the alcohol-free champagne Alice had given me earlier.

I was sitting in the middle of the couch in the Cullens' living room beside Edward with his arm around my waist. Alice was on the other side of me. Rosalie and Emmet were on the loveseat. Carlisle, Esme, and Jasper were on the other couch.

"All right, everyone," Alice chirped looking at her watch. "Five, four, three, two, ONE! Happy New Year!"

We all started to cheer and a blinding white light erupted from behind me. Suddenly I was flying through the air and I couldn't feel Edward's arm around me. I shut my eyes and waited for impact. It never came.

"Excuse me."

Everything felt different. I felt a breeze on my face and smelt salt. This is so confusing. Why is there wind inside the house? What was cooking? Is that a seagull I hear? I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to wake up from this really weird dream.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

Did I hit my head and faint? Why did I feel like I was standing up? I went up on my tiptoes and came back down on my heels. I was standing up. Where was Edward? Was he holding me? What is that smell? "Edward?"

"Sorry, Miss. I'm Patrick O'Brian. Are you alright, Miss?"

Was someone talking to me? Who's Patrick O'Brian? Did I know anyone with a British accent?

"What?" I said as I opened my eyes.

"Are you alright? You look a bit woozy. We don't want anyone fallin' overboard. That would make bad 'eadlines," Patrick O'Brian said.

"Headlines?" I asked shakily.

"Yes 'eadlines. We can't 'ave any of the newspapers writing about a young lady such as yourself fallin' overboard. That would be very bad publicity for the Titanic."

"Publicity for the Titanic?"I gasped.

"Yes, Miss. We couldn't 'ave bad publicity, thatwouldn't do. Not at all. Mr. Ismay wouldn't 'ave it. E'd have a cow over it if we got bad publicity, I'd bet. Now, Miss, If you wouldn't mind stepping away from the railing..."

Railing? I jerked my head to look behind me. I saw the stark white railing and the big blue ocean. At that point I started to panic, but I caught myself in the middle of hypervenelating and calmed myself down. I must have hit my head hard.

"Miss, you are alright now. Would you like me to take you back to your room?" Patrick asked me.

All right, remember, Bella you're on a boat- ship. And use old-fashioned manners. This is 1912. Oh my God it's 1912? Okay, get a grip. Remember, manners and ships. Got it. "No, no. Thank you, Mr. O'Brian. I'll stay on deck for now. The fresh air is probably the best thing for me."

"Alright, Miss. I'll leave you to it," Patrick said with a short bow and left.

I watched him go, and then looked around. The ocean was blue and beautiful. I've never seen and ocean that blue. The deck was wide and white with lounge chairs lined up neatly. There were men in coats and top hats and the women were wearing beautiful dresses that I had only imagined from the books I have read. But then I saw a familiar face.

Carlisle.

I know the 1st chapter kind of sucks but just go on to the 2nd chapt!>

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