By the next afternoon, we were streaming down by the coast of Ireland with nothing out ahead of us but the ocean. All I have been doing all day was meeting people and distant friends of my mother and Caledon, and thought about the same thing that I was thinking even since I was a child; to scream and shout in joy because I would be free.

Free

That was the only thing I wanted my whole life, but unfortunately it was something I could never have because I was born into the wretched first class society, and that was where I would stay. For the rest of my lonely and boring life. And here I was, sitting in between my mother and Rose in the lunching room of the Titanic, wearing a tight dress, surrounded by the other 1st class passengers that my mother associates with. Margaret Brown, who everyone called her Molly, my mother called her 'New Money', Mr. Ismay, the manager of White Star Line, and Mr. Andrews, the ship designer.

"She is the largest moving object make by the and of man in all history," Mr. Ismay said, proudly, "And our master ship builder, Mr. Andrews, here designed her from the keel plates up."

"Well, I may have knocked her together but the idea was Mr. Ismay's. He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale and so luxurious that the supremacy would never be challenged, and here she is," Mr. Andrews said, slapping the table slightly, "Willed into solid reality." Everyone laughed after this, pleased with his answered. I took out my pipe and put a cigarette on it, taking a long drag in and out.

"You know I don't like that, Alexis," My mother said but I shrugged her off. "She knows," Caledon said as he took the lit cigarette from me and pushed it into the ash tray. I glared at him before rolling my eyes.

A waiter came over to our table and Caledon looked at him, "The three of us will have the lamb, rare and with very little mint sauce," He ordered for me, him and Rose. The waiter walked away and Caledon looked at me and Rose, "You like lamb, right girls?"

Rose just smiled at her fiancé and I gave him a fake small one, "Nope," I said and my mother cleared her throat, giving me a stern look. I glanced at her before back at Caledon, "Still no."

Rose glanced down, trying to hid a smile and I looked back forwards. "You gonna cut their meat for them too there, Cal?" Molly asked in a joking manner, but after getting a stony glare from Caledon, she quickly changed the subject, "Hey, who thought of the name 'Titanic'?" She looked at Mr. Ismay, "Was it you, Bruce?"

"Yes actually, I wanted to convey sheer size, and size means stability, luxury and above all strength," Mr. Ismay replied. "Do you know of Doctor Freud, Mr. Ismay?" I asked, "His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be a particular interest to you." I looked around the table to see Molly smirking while Mr. Andrew smiled, holding back his laugh.

"What's gotten into you, Lexis?" Rose asked quietly, glancing worriedly at our mother's direction, who just stared at me with sheer surprise. "Excuse me," I said politely, getting up from my chair and then walked out of the cramped room.

I walked down the beautiful promenade desk for first and second class passengers, the sun was shining. I let out a sigh of relief to be outside, to let the wind blow my hair slightly. I listened as the water splashed against the steel plates of the ship, the laughing of the third class children. I rested my arms on the railing and stared straight ahead.

But then, I felt eyes on me and I looked down to see a handsome young man, no more then nineteen or twenty, staring up at me while sitting with two other men. I quickly looked away because it wasn't polite to stare. But as I looked back at the ocean in front of me, something kept drawing me back to the man's eyes and when I glanced back at him, I saw he was still staring at me.

The man that was sitting beside him chuckled, waving his hand in front of the man that was staring at me but he kept looking. I looked away from him as I felt a hand on my arm. I looked over to see it was Caledon, "Your behavior was unacceptable," He said, "What's wrong with you, Alexis?"

"Nothing," I muttered, rolling my eyes before I saw Rose walking over. She placed her hands on my shoulders as she looked over at Caledon, "I'll take care of this." With that she lead me away and led me to our room.

... ...

I was dressed for dinner, sitting between Rose and mother in the grand dining area along with all the other 1st class passengers. As I sat there, I realized what my whole life was, an endless parade of parties and eventually being a trophy wife. My life was already been lived. I was going to end up like Rose. And I didn't want to live like that.

"Alexis, dear you looking quite pale, are you alright?" I glanced slightly in shock when I heard it was Caledon who noticed I was lost in thoughts, looking over Rose at me in sincere worry.

"Um, no actually, I think I might go back to lay down," I said as Rose glanced over at me worriedly. I gave her a small smile before getting up and heading back to my room.

I attempted to undo my dress and corset but had no such results, I sat down on my bed, letting out a tired sigh before pulling out all the pins out of my hair. I let out a sniff, a tear fell down and slid down my cheek. I swallowed before blinking, I couldn't keep doing it.

I would never be free.

To get my dream come true, there was only one way to do it.

I ran aimlessly through the decks of the ship and ignored the chilly breeze on my bare skin, and just kept running. I ran past people, who looked appalled that a young woman would show such emotion in public but I didn't care about it.

It would all be over soon.

I kept running and somehow winded up in the third class area, and passed someone on a bench blowing smoke into the breeze while star gazing. I stopped running when I reached the end of the ship and glanced down on the water. I looked back to make sure no one was there before I climbed the railing that stopped people from plummeting into the water that rushed below. I took one final shaky breath and leaning over the cool water.

"Don't do it."

I whipped around slightly when I heard an American accent, to see the handsome man that stared at me earlier that day. "Stay back," I said, "Don't come any closer!"

"Come on, just give me your hand, I'll pull you back over," He said as he took a few steps towards me. "No," I said and he stopped, "Stay where you are. Don't come any closer, I mean it, I'll let go." I glanced back to the water as I hang further over the ship. I glanced back at him and he took one final drag from his cigarette he had lit and signaled to me that he was going to threw it overboard. He took a few more steps and threw it.

He then, dogged his hands into his pants' pockets and stared at me, "No, you won't," He said. "What do you mean 'no I won't'?" I repeated, "Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do, you don't know me."

He shrugged, "You would have done it already," He said. "You're distracting me, go away," I said. "I can't. I'm involved now," He said, "You jump in there -" He took his coat off, "- And I'm gonna have to jump right in there after you."

I stared at the mysterious man with disbelief, "Don't be absurd," I said and he started to take off his shoes, "You'd be killed."

"I'm a good swimmer," He said. "The fall alone would kill you," I stated. "It would hurt. Not saying it wouldn't, but to be honest, I'm a lot more concerned with that water being so cold," He said.

I glanced back down before back at him, "How cold?" I asked. "Freezing," He answered, "Maybe a couple degrees under." I watched as he took off both his shoes and stood up straight, "You ever - uh - you ever been to Wisconsin?" I frowned at him, "What?"

"Well, they have some of the coldest winters around, I grew up there near Chippewa Falls," He informed, "I remember when I was a kid, me and my father used to go ice fishing out on Lake Wissota. Ice fishing is where you -"

"I know what ice fishing is," I cut him off, rolling my eyes. He hold his hands up in defense, "Sorry," He apologized before gesturing to my dress, "You just seemed like more of an . . . indoor girl. Anyway, I fell through some thin ice and let me tell you." He rested his arms on the railing close to me and glanced down at the water, "Water that cold like right down there, it hits you like a thousand knives all over your body. You can't breathe, can't think at least not about anything but the pain."

I swallowed and he looked back at me, "Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after ya'," He said before taking off his vest, "But like I said; I don't have a choice." He put it down and spoke softly, "I guess I'm just kind of hoping you'll come back over the railing and get me off the hook here."

"You're crazy," I said before looking away from him. "That's what everyone says," He said before leaning over, "But with all due respect, Miss, I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here." He reached out his hand for me, "Come on, you don't wanna do this."

I swallowed slowly as I glanced at his hand before I hesitantly took it. I slowly turned around and we looked at each other. "Phew," He said in relief, "I'm Jack Dawson."

"Alexis DeWitt Bukater," I introduced myself. "I'm gonna need you to write that down," He joked and for the first time in forever, I actually giggled. He started to help me climb back over the rail when the train of my dress got caught underneath my heel and I slipped. I let out a scream as I felt myself fall, but Mr. Dawson's hand saved me from falling into the icy water.

"I got you! You're going to have to pull yourself back up," He said. I attempted to do as he said but found my arm slipping again, and I screamed again, "Help me!" I felt myself get pulled back up before I landed on the deck of the Titanic, shaking and in tears.

"You stand back and don't move an inch!"

"Fetch the master of arms!"

A thick Scottish accent yelled and I realized how bad this situation looked; a young third class man was hovering over a young first class woman who was shaking, crying, screaming for help and had her dress torn and above her knees.

... ...

After a little while, I was sitting on the deck wrapped in a blanket and watched the Master of Arms but handcuffs on Mr. Dawson. I got up and opened my mouth to stop him from arresting him but then I saw Rose and Caledon approaching over.

"Alexis!" Rose called in relief as she rushed over to me. "Rose," I said and she pulled me into a tight hug, which I immediately returned. "Are you alright?" She asked as we pulled away and she looked me over, "Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine, really," I assured her before Caledon approached Mr. Dawson, who kept looking at me. "What made you think you could lay a hand on my fiancé's sister?" Caledon demanded in disgust, but Mr. Dawson's eyes never left mine. "Look at me, you filth!" Caledon demanded.

"Cal," I called and he glanced at me, "It was an accident." Rose frowned, and she and Caledon shared a look before back at me. "An accident?" Caledon asked. "Yes, I was leaning far over and I slipped," I said, "I would've gone overboard if Mr. Dawson here hadn't saved me."

"Was this the way of it?" The Master of Arms asked Jack and I looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he will agree.

"Yep, that was pretty much it," Jack agreed, staring at me. I glanced down, blushing slightly and Rose let out a breath. "Well the boy's a hero then," Colonel Gracie, who came outside with Caledon and Rose said, "Good for you, son. Well done." The Master of Arms took the handcuffs off of Jack. "All good as well, shall we go back to the brandy?" Colonel Gracie asked.

Caledon turned to me again as Rose rubbed my arms through the blanket, "You must be freezing," He said, "Let's get you inside." He placed a hand on my lower back and started to lead me and Rose back inside.

"Perhaps maybe a little something for the boy?" Colonel Gracie asked and the three of us stopped. Caledon glanced at me and Rose before back to Colonel Gracie, nodding, "Yes, of course." He turned to Lovejoy, "Um, Mr. Lovejoy, I think twenty should do it."

I rolled my eyes but Rose had something else in mind, "I have a better idea." She turned to Jack, "Mr. Dawson, I would like you to join us tomorrow for dinner. I hope you will accept the invitation."

Jack smiled and glanced at me, "I will love to," He said before looking at my sister, "Thank you." Rose smiled before walking back to me and Caledon. I smiled at her as she wrapped her arms around me, "Let's get you warm up." She lead me away with Caledon. I glanced back over my shoulder to meet Jack's eyes and he smiled a little at me. I blushed again as I turned back around, walking inside.