Hi everyone! This is my first FanFic I've ever written, so please bear with me if formatting isn't right or any other problems pop up. Please review and let me know what you think! I'd love some feedback, and thank you so much for reading!


It was a bright and clear morning in early April- the crisp air fresh off the ocean felt cold to the cheek, but somewhere, there laid a promise of summer soon to come. It had been a long winter in England, and Emma was ready to get back home to New York. At only seventeen, Emma, an already experienced world traveler, was ready to get back to the comfort of home. Winters in London with her grandparents, Leopold and Ava, had always brought her much joy. Sitting around a fire with her younger brother Leo, while her father sat at the old piano and her mother sang to the little birds outside. Her grandparents would always fuss over her and her brother, while a giant roast cooked in the oven, ready just in time for Christmas dinner.

But after a few months, the Christmas excitement had dulled. Emma hadn't many friends in London, and she longed for the freedom that New York always brought. As she stood on the pier with Leo while her parents fussed to make sure all their bags were brought on to the ship, Emma let herself daydream as the wind whipped her golden hair around her head.

The excitement and commotion surrounding the ship had brought a sense of wonder throughout Emma. She picked up Leo and pointed out all the different marvels the ship had to offer. The giant funnels, the hundreds, possibly thousands of windows, not to mention all the fancy men and women dressed to the nines, making their fine ascent aboard the ship. It was a great sight to see, and Emma knew this was an experience of a lifetime. The boat they had taken over to England back in the late autumn months had been nothing compared to the stature of this boat. The RMS Titanic, the Unsinkable ship, in all its splendor and glory, filled Emma with a great feeling of adventures to come.

"Come along, Emma, and make sure you hold Leo's hand tightly," Mary Margaret called out to Emma as soon as she had finished tipping the young boy bringing their bags aboard the ship. Emma watched as her father looked upon her mother lovingly, almost feeling an ache in her chest, as if the depth of the love they shared could never be felt by another pair in the world. Emma smiled as David kissed Mary Margaret on the cheek and helped her walk up to board the grand ship. Emma picked up her brother and followed in her parents footsteps. "Okay, Leo, here we go! Are you ready for a grand adventure back home?" Filled with hope, and without even a glance back, Emma boarded the Ship of Dreams.