Im gonna keep this short and sweet, so without further ado, I don't own this but Ms Suzanne Collins does. This is as historically accurate as I can make it, but there will be a little license taken. Please review and let me know what you think! And off we go!
Southampton, England
10 April, 1912
"This is so exciting! I can't wait to get to America and start out lives together Peeta" said Amelia. Peeta smiled blandly and said "All in due course darling. Let's enjoy the trip and all the marvelous things this ship has to offer. Come Gavin have the porters get all the cars unloaded." Amelia whined "Mother, Peeta can we please board now?" Mrs. Rockwell took Peeta's elbow smiling "shall we Mr. Mallark?"
My name is Peeta Mallark and this is my story.
So I should introduce myself. I am Peeta Rothford Mallark, Duke of Eshire. I was born in Stafordshire on our family estate but spent most of my time in London. May family has main interest in our company which is definitely the family business. My mother died right after I was born, and work quickly became my father's main interest. He, and now I, own White Star Line. He worked hard to amass enough of a fortune to buy out Henry Wilson and have controlling interest in the company. While they were a shipping company that focused on trade with Australia, my father had a different dream. Boats, huge boats! Ships for passenger travel as grand as the finest hotels. The first one, The Oceanic, sailed in 1870 but my father started on an even granger one. My birth on 10 April 1891 and my mother's death on 15 April couldn't keep him from his dream. On 31 March 1909 construction started on what was to be his legacy. Sadly he did not live to see it finished. He drowned in a fairy accident on his return from checking on Titanic construction in Belfast. So here I am, one of the richest men in London at the age of 21. Did I mention today is my birthday? Sorry I digress. I hate this bloody company but its mine either way. I cannot stand Bruce Ismay. He's the manager who takes care of the boring things. He has pressured me into marring this dreadful girl Ameila Rockwell. He goes on all the time about her being Samuel Cunard's granddaughter and how this will change EVERYTHING! Mergers and all that. I just tune him out as he is quite grating to me. Anyway, I must be boring you as I am bored writing this. So on with this story.
I never wanted any of this. My dream has always been to move to New York City. Growing up I spent most of my time home in the kitchen with our cook. I found I had a talent for baking. Dad said it was a waste. My plan, once I turned 18, had been to leave London behind. I'd take my inheritance, buy a nice townhouse, and open a bakery. I was going to hire some bakers from other countries to widen our appeal. Maybe even deliver goods to families. I thought that dream was lost till now. We are opening offices in New York. Rilkington, understanding my desires, has agreed to let me figurehead these offices in exchange for my marriage. This leaves me free to bake. So the merger is in ink and signed, and we are boarding Titanic. Amelia and I will be married on board tomorrow evening and everyone but steerage will attend. John thought that this would be a great draw for people to want to use our ships. Now if I can just go through with it. I always thought that I would marry for love and I knew just the girl.