Introduction
In the late 1800's, a man by the name of Morgan Robertson wrote a story called The Wreck of the Titan, or Futility. This predicts the sinking of the Titanic, and is unbelievably close to the real numbers of lifeboats, propellers, and even people aboard the Titanic reflected in the novel. Well, let's get on with my version of the Titanic. Note: Some of these characters, such as Jack and Rose, whom were used in the 1997 production, Titanic, are fictional. I don't own Titanic, the ship, or the movie. Also, in no way am I altering the historical factuality of this sinking Listen people, this is my first fan fic, so please R&R and tell me any comments/suggestions you have. Thank you! Hope you like it!
As Rose boarded the "unsinkable ship" in her elegant dress and her broad-rimmed hat, Jack was in the tavern nearby being dealt a game of 5-card draw.
Oh God, I hope I get lucky. – this phrase was repeating itself over and over again in the young man's head. As soon as he was dealt his two cards, he gazed at them. Two tickets to the ship, Titanic, and other "interesting" things were on the table- and he had a full house. His heart fluttered with excitement. His close friend, Fabrizzio, was sitting next to him and looking glum about the cards he was dealt. Jack winked at him and Fabrizzio suddenly looked up with a slight smile on his face.
"Show your cards, men," said one of the three others sitting at the round table.
"I only got a pair of fives," one said.
"Ace high," another mumbled.
"How 'bout you? What do you have?"
"Full House, Baby! WE'RE ON THE TITANIC!"
Jack and Fabrizzio ran out the door with their tickets in hand. The ship was about to leave, and they had to get on board.
"Have you had your bags checked, sir?" the man at the door asked, interrupting with the two friends' cheering.
"Yes, they were checked back there," said Jack, pointing to a crowded bunch of people.
"All right then, go ahead," the man responded. They ran onto the ship, bursting with pride. The excited boys ran up to the bow and felt the cold ocean breeze spraying their youthful faces. it was then that Jack stopped- his eyes were fixed on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was sitting on a bench, nearby, with extravagant crimson hair, blue eyes, and a dragonfly clip fit securely in her hair.