The Titanic
I stared at the huge ship. I was going to have to get on anyway. My father had paid for the first class ticket and he would be furious if I turned myself into a dolphin and just swam to New York. I don't really care what my father would think but I decided that it would be better to be waited on hand and foot on a fancy cruise liner. It would be fun.
The Titanic. The name suited the ship, which was a hulking mass of metal, the largest ship on the dock. I bet it wasn't as sturdy as everyone claimed it was. Probably would go straight down if it hit an iceberg, I thought.
An attendant came and scurried away with my luggage once he saw my room number. Just as I was about to board the ship, I noticed a girl around my age. She was wearing a long black coat, protecting her from the cold wind. Being an Everafter, the wind barely affected me, but everybody around me wore coats.
The teenage girl had long blonde hair. She had a slender willowy figure and seemed angry about something. She constantly shot dirty looks at a lady walking beside her.
The lady was pinch lipped and rail thin, with dull gray hair and a hooked nose. I don't think she was the girl's mother. She was too ugly. The girl was way cuter than the lady. Wow, where did that come from, Puck?
The lady left the girl and headed towards a teenage boy with bright red hair which had patched missing from it. He had freckles on his face and his skin condition was horrible.
As I watched the boy, the girl bumped into me. "Hey!" I exclaimed.
The girl, who was already saying an apology, stopped. "It was an accident. No need to be rude," she snapped.
This girl had spunk. Because I wanted to know her name, I said. "Sorry about that," in my most suave voice. The girl narrowed her eyes. "I'm Robin Goodfellow."
The girl raised an eyebrow. "Sabrina Grimm," she said.
I frowned. "Grimm? Are you by chance-"
She cut me off. "Related to Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm? Yes, I am. Are you really Robin Goodfellow?" She asked, curiosity lacing her voice.
I smirked. "Yes. I'm Puck."
I thought she was going to fall all over me. I did not expect her to say, "You don't look anything like Peter Pan said you did."
Peter Pan! That little wannabe! "What exactly did he say about me?" I growled.
"Well, he said that you were a crazy psychopath and that you looked like the Creature from the Black Lagoon or something," Sabrina replied.
"How dare he!" I exclaimed angrily. "I'll have you know that I am not insane. That flying brat is an impulsive liar. He needs to seek help immediately."
"I though he was pretty nice," Sabrina said. This irked me for some reason. Maybe it was because Peter was pretending to be all sweet.
"Yeah, he was pretty nice to Wendy and her daughter too. Not to mention all the other countless girls he's flirted with. That little…"I couldn't think of a bad enough name for him.
"You must really hate him," Sabrina said.
In an effort to change the subject so my head wouldn't explode, I asked Sabrina who the lady she was traveling with was. "She's Ms. Smirt, my governess. My parents insist that she watch over me on this stupid journey. I didn't even want to come here, much less with her! I don't need to be watched over!" Sabrina cried.
"I think you do if you always tell your problems to a complete stranger," I said.
Sabrina glared at me. "It was you who talked to me first," she snarled.
"Don't blame me for this," I replied. "It won't be my fault if your kidnapped one day because you spilled you deepest secrets to a murderer."
Sabrina growled at me and stalked away. I just might have found my favorite pastime.
I hurried onto the ship when the captain announced that the Titanic would be leaving soon.
I noticed Sabrina standing by the deck, talking to a lady holding two kids. One looked to be around two and the other child was younger then one.
* * * * *
Three days flew by in a blur. Every time I saw Sabrina on the deck or in the hallway I couldn't resist teasing her. She looked pretty cute when she was mad.
I looked at my watch as I headed to the first class dining room. My watch read April 14. I had a strange feeling about this day, as if something bad was going to happen.
I entered the dining room and searched for a good seat. The musicians were playing a lively piece that many people were dancing to. Sabrina was sitting alone at a circular table, watching the dancers. Perfect. I decided to join her.
"Mind if I sit here?" I asked. Sabrina jumped slightly. I chuckled and took the seat beside her without waiting for an answer. No doubt it would be no.
"What do you want?" Sabrina snapped. She may act like she couldn't stand me, but I noticed that she would watch me when she thought I didn't see her.
"What? I can't dine with you?" I asked, grinning.
"Not without teasing me about something," Sabrina grumbled.
Ms. Smirt joined us. The redheaded boy from the dock was with her.
"Sabrina, Harold decided to sit with-" she noticed me. "Who is this?"
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Sabrina glance at me. "This is my friend…Robin Goodfellow." Sabrina blushed when she said friend. I wondered what she was thinking.
"How nice to meet you," she said. From the tone of her voice, I doubted that Ms. Smirt actually meant that. She had a really annoying voice and she looked so much like a bird that I wouldn't be surprised if she laid an egg right then and there.
"Hello, Robin," Harold said with a hint of distaste in his voice. I immediately detested him. Harold turned to Sabrina. "Hello, Sabrina. I have heard so much about you from Ms. Smirt. I've met you before, at your parent's house."
"You have?" Sabrina asked.
"Of course. Don't you remember?. You are as lovely as ever," Harold said. He probably tried to sound enticing, but he sounded like he swallowed sawdust. Sabrina, whose eyes had glazed over when I sounded like that (and yes I will admit that Sabrina Grimm interests me greatly) , wrinkled her nose. Ha! Looks to me like I wasn't the only one who wanted to gag.
"Thank you," Sabrina replied.
Harold slid next to her and Ms. Smirt sat beside him. She glanced at me in displeasure. Your not exactly a pretty sight either, I thought. It's a miracle that someone hadn't already mistaken her for the Wicked Witch and burned her.
"Sabrina, where did you meet your friend?" Ms. Smirt asked.
"P-Robin," Sabrina said quickly. I shot her a look. "Robin and I bumped into each other when we were on the docks."
"Oh," Ms. Smirt said. Neither she or Harold noticed Sabrina's slip up.
"We talked for a while. She told me a story about Peter Pan," I explained, smirking.
Sabrina glared at me. She probably tried to kick me but I guessed that she missed because Harold suddenly cried out in pain. "I'm sorry!" Sabrina exclaimed. I stifled my laughter. Ms. Smirt glanced at all three of us in confusion.
"I hope Sabrina hasn't been telling you those silly stories she made up. She has a very active imagination," Ms. Smirt said. I didn't like the way Ms. Smirt was treating Sabrina.
I was about to say something when Harold said, "I think Sabrina's imagination, while unstable, is wonderful?" Ouch. Harold thought Sabrina was unstable and wonderful? I think Sabrina just heard the unstable part.
"Excuse me?" she hissed.
"Spontaneity is good as long as it is controlled, that goes for a spontaneous mind as well," Harold continued. "I'm sure I can control it." Wow. This guy must be more dumber than he looks.
"Excuse me?" Sabrina exclaimed furiously. "You have no right to talk to me like that!"
Harold looked perplexed. Definitely an idiot. "What did I do?" Sabrina didn't reply. She sat in a stony silence, casting icy glanced at him every now and then.
"I think that a god imagination is the best part of a person. It shows their personality," I said, mostly to Harold. Sabrina smiled slightly. Harold glared at me.
"Women shouldn't day dream so much. They have other things to do," Harold sneered. That. Was. Not. Smart.
"How DARE you!" Sabrina shouted. She looked like she was about to attack him, but instead she stormed away. People sitting around us watched her.
"What did I do?" Harold asked. How thick can a person be.
"You, my man, are an idiot," I said. Harold glared daggers at me as I stood and went after Sabrina.
She was sitting at a table in the very corner of the room. I pulled up a chair and sat beside her once again.
"What do you want?" Sabrina snapped.
"Hey, you're not the only one who thought that Harold was out of line," I said. "Too bad Harold's not here to celebrate Harold not being here!" I joked.
"I actually do remember him," Sabrina whispered. "He's trying to get my parents to allow him to marry me. They refused his request. They and I all know that Harold only wants to marry me for the money."
"So you don't like him?" I asked.
"No. Are you crazy? Harold is a sexist pig!" Sabrina replied. I felt a strange sense of relief.
"That's good because-" I was cut off when Harold stormed over to us.
"There you are, you thief!" Harold shouted, catching everyone's attention. People began staring at us.
"What are you talking about, Harold?" I asked. Did his brain melt from all of his thinking?
"You know exactly what I am talking about!" Harold yelled. People gathered around us.
"Not exactly," I replied, yawning. Steam practically came out of his ears when I yawned.
"You stole my watch!" Harold yelled.
"I did not!" I exclaimed.
"Yes you did! You're wearing it right now!" Harold bellowed. I raised my arm and showed him the watch I wore. My watch.
"This, Harold, is my watch."
"No, it's mine! That looks exactly like my watch!" Harold shouted.
Ms. Smirt pushed her way through the crowd and stood beside Harold. "It's true! That does look a lot like Harold's watch!" She screamed.
They were trying to frame me! Before I could speak, Sabrina jumped out of her seat. She placed her hand on my shoulder. My stomach was filled with butterflies. "Robin would never steal! This is his watch!" She replied. "He had it on when I met him at the dock!"
"I still say that's my watch!" Harold barked. "He's a thief!"
It was then that I noticed a silver object in his pocket. He's not very good at framing people. "I demand that you turn out your pocket!" I bid.
"I don't have to listen to a thief like you!" He answered.
A man that I recognized as John Jacob Astor came between us. "Now, now. We don't want this to spin out of control." He turned to Harold. "I suggest that you turn out your pockets. Perhaps you left your watch in there."
"I already checked them. It's not in there!" Harold growled. This guy way seriously getting on my last nerve.
"If it's not in there, then why don't you turn them out again?" Sabrina demanded.
Everybody stared at him. Harold shot death glares at me as he turned his pockets out. His watch tumbled to the floor. People around us gasped.
"I knew you didn't steal anything," Sabrina breathed in my ear, causing my heart to race.
"He tried to frame me!" I said. Then I pointed to an angry Ms. Smirt. "And she was in on it!"
Sabrina slapped Harold so hard that his head twisted around. "How dare you try and frame Robin. You dumb jerk!" Sabrina stalked away from him, out onto the deck. I stayed long enough to watch the crew members take Ms. Smirt and Harold away, then I raced after Sabrina.
There she was, at the very front of the ship, gazing at the ocean. I stood next to her. "Did you really know I didn't steal the watch, or were you just defending me?" I asked.
"Of course I knew you didn't steal the watch. I've learned a few things about you, Puck," Sabrina said. "You rude, arrogant, and mischievous but you wouldn't steal anything." She turned to me.
"I'm pleased that you've studied me long enough to know me so well," I teased. I held the rail on both sides of her, trapping her there.
Sabrina blushed. "I wasn't studying you," she muttered. "I mean I was interested in you because you seemed to love to tease me and I wanted to know why you did-"
"Sabrina," I broke in.
"Yes?" She whispered.
"Shut up," I replied, kissing her. Just then, there was a loud thud and a scraping sound.
A jolt made me pull away from Sabrina. "What was that?" I asked.
Sabrina's eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know. Do you think something fell?" She questioned.
"I don't think so. It felt like the ship hit something," I murmured.
"I've had a bad feeling about this day since I woke up," Sabrina said.
"We should ask the captain if anything happened. He would know," I said. We walked down the staircase that led to the crew quarters. "Maybe he's in here." As we walked, a young woman ran in the opposite direction from us with a man at her heels. He looked familiar…Thomas Andrews was his name. He was the one who designed the Titanic. They didn't even stop to ask what we were doing here.
"I wonder why their in such a hurry," Sabrina said.
We searched the crew quarters for an hour. It was huge, but it turned out that he wasn't there. Sabrina yawned. I checked my watch. 12:49 It read. Wow. We were down hear since 11:40pm.
"Let's go. I guess we'll never figure out what happened," I said.
Suddenly, a stewardess appeared in front of us. She was dressed in a blue suit and seemed nervous. Her nametag said Mrs. Bennett. "Why are you two still down here?" she demanded.
"What do you mean?" Sabrina asked.
"Haven't you heard that women are being boarded onto the lifeboats?" she asked frantically. What the heck was going on!
"No, why?" Sabrina asked.
The stewardess breathed in deeply. "I really don't have time to tell you but this is an emergency.
There was a deafening silence for a moment. "What happened?" Sabrina asked calmly.
"You have to go to the deck at once!" Mrs. Bennett exclaimed. She rushed away, probably looking for anyone left behind.
"I'm not positive but I think that the ship's sinking…" I didn't wait for Sabrina to respond. I bolted to the stairs, dragging Sabrina with me. I wouldn't stop even if she tripped. All my thoughts centered around saving Sabrina.
When we arrived on the deck, it was controlled chaos. People were rushed about everywhere. Some women were crying out for their husbands and kids were bawling. We weaved through the crowd until Sabrina pulled me over to Captain Smith. He was watching the distressed passengers grimly
"Captain, what happened?" Sabrina asked.
The Captain turned to her with a forlorn expression. "The Titanic hit an iceberg and it's sinking." His words hung in the air.
"I though stuff like this wasn't suppose to happen to this ship!" Sabrina exclaimed.
"We were ready for any unforeseen events that may or may not have occurred, but we did not see this unforeseen event," he replied. Sabrina and I stared at him. Captain Smith smiled dolefully. "A little humor never hurts in a situation like this."
"I know exactly what you mean," I replied.
The Captain sighed. "The situation is hopeless. I just hope the people in the lifeboat will at least make it."
I glanced at my watch. 1:50! Where did the time go? Sabrina suddenly ran into the crowd and disappeared. Where was she going?!
I yelled her name but it was lost in the shouts and cries that cut the air. I was searching through the frenzied crowd when I saw the familiar flash of blonde hair. I shot after it and spotted Sabrina.
"Why did you leave? I was frantic with worry!" I exclaimed. Sabrina held a young boy in her arms. I think I saw him before.
Sabrina kissed me. "Sorry, Puck, but Bertram was separated from his mother!" She had to shout to be heard over the noise. I distantly heard the orchestra start to play.
"Who?"
"I met this really nice woman on the first day of the trip, Mrs. Hatty. This is her son, Bertram. Her daughter is the youngest passenger on the ship. She's only nine weeks old," Sabrina explained. "I have to find his mother."
We searched frantically for Mrs. Hatty. We found her standing by the lifeboat, searching the crowd. She held her daughter in her hand.
"There you are!" Sabrina exclaimed. She handed Bertram to his mother.
"Thank you so much! Thank you!" She breathed. "He just ran away from me. I was so worried!"
"It's alright, Mrs. Hatty. Get onto the lifeboat," Sabrina said. Mrs. Hatty hugged her and scrambled onto the boat. I turned my head and noticed Harold and Ms. Smirt barreling through the crowd. They jumped onto a lifeboat that was being taken down. A crewman yelled at them, but he couldn't stop them.
I grabbed Sabrina's hand and headed for the least crowded area, which was next to the rail. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Saving your life," I replied, just as the boat began to tilt backwards. Chairs and tables began sliding towards the stern of the ship. I lifted a startled Sabrina up and flew off of the deck.
"Oh," was all she said. We watched the Titanic turn completely sideways. People slid down the deck and into the freezing Atlantic. A distant part of my brain wondered if sliding like that would be fun…although you'd die afterwards. Half of the ship broke of and the ship's stern fell back on the water. Then, it sank as well. Cries pierced the air as the Titanic completely sank.
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Bam!
I fell off the couch. Laughter came from the seat beside me. "About time you fell!" The familiar voice said.
I blearily looked to see who it was. Sabrina stared at me, grinning. As I watched her, the humor slid off of her face and concern took it's place. "Are you alright?" She asked, kneeling beside me.
So it was all a dream. "Yeah, Grimm. Why do you ask?"
"You were muttering something about sinking and watches. What was your dream about?" she asked.
I stood up and plopped back onto the couch. "It was your fault that I had the dream in the first place. If you hadn't made me watch the Titanic, I wouldn't have had it."
Sabrina gazed at me in confusion. "What are you talking about? Did you have a dream about the Titanic?"
"Yeah, when it sank," I replied.
Sabrina shivered. "I had a dream like that too. It was freaky."
Wow. Are Sabrina and I actually having a bonding moment. Now that's freaky. Well, it was HER fault that I had the dream…so maybe I'll get back at her.
"Since you made me watch The Titanic, it's my turn to choose the movie." I grinned impishly.
Sabrina narrowed her eyes. "What did you have in mind?" She asked.
I pulled out a DVD from a wooden cabinet. "Let's watch the Texas Chainsaw Massacre."
Hello people. Since I've been asked to make another chapter, I did. I got the idea for this chapter while I read something about the Titanic. Just thinking about it sinking makes me sad. Because this was in 1912, people spoke differently then. I hope I got some of the language correct.
Everyone that I named (except for Sabrina, Puck, Harold, and Ms. Smirt) were real people on the Titanic and had the exact same jobs!!!! I did some research before writing this to make it as historically accurate as possible. Oh , and I'm NOT watching the Texas Chainsaw Massacre so that probably won't be my next story.
Hope you liked it!
