Mary was hanging off the side of the boat, in tears.
Her lips had turned blue because the freezing cold was catching up to her, but she didn't care. She wanted to die. Her mother treated her like a doll on a shelf, and her fiancee treated her like she had no mind of her own, and her powers were a curse, well sometimes, but now, the wind couldn't take her away, how she wished it would.
Bert walked calmly to the bench and cleared his throat, trying not to scare her enough to let go.
"Wot are you doin'?" He asked when she turned towards him.
"What does it look like?" She shivered.
"A stupid stunt." He replied.
Mary realized he was right and she wondered why he began to remove his shoes, so she did what she thought, she asked.
"Why are you taking your shoes off?" She asked.
"Well, if you jump, I'll 'ave to jump in after you. Of course, the water is very cold, and I'd rather not, but 'ave it your way." he said slyly.
Mary rolled her eyes and looked back down at the water.
"Come on." He said putting his hand on hers, which was holding tightly ot the rail.
She let go and her foot slipped, and she fell back ontop of him, with a thud.
Mary gasped as she looked at him, he was in pain obviously, but he smiled anyway.
"Are you ok?" She asked.
"Fine. Just fine." He replied as she got up and then she helped him up.
"Mary!" Robert, Mary's fiancee, said as he rushed over to her and put his coat on her.
Lars, Robert's assistant took Bert's hands and put them behind his back, as if he was arresting him.
"Stop please! Robert, all he was doing was helping me, I-I was looking at the prapellers, yes, and, and, I almost slipped off, but Mr. Alfred risked his own safety to save me." Mary lied.
"Ah yes, well thank you sir for saving her, here's a hundred dollars for you." Robert said as he pulled a hundred dollar bill out of his pocket and handed it to Bert.
"You really think she's worth 100 dollars?" Bert asked.
Robert gave him the up and down look and then wrapped his arm tightly around Mary and walked back inside, with Lars not to far behind.
Bert shrugged and threw the hundred dollar bill into the ocean. He may have seemed poor, but when he was with Mary, he was the richest man in the world.
"You idiot! You zrough ze money in ze vater!" Gabriel shouted later on that night.
"Yep." Bert replied sketching on his sketchpad.
"Why?!" Gabriel asked.
"I don't think we'll need it." Bert smiled.
"Ve vill to! Sometime I vonder vhere your head is!" Gabriel said hopping up onto his bunk and fell asleep.
Bert sketched until 2 am the next day, with Mary on his mind.
Mary was eating breakfest when her friend, Molly Brown, sat next to her.
"Morning Mary! How are you? Saw you with that fine feller yesterday, quite a catch." She said nudging her side. Mary laughed a little and knew she was talking about Bert, Robert was handsome to, but Bert looked better.
"I'm fine, and yourself?" Mary asked.
"Same here, but I'm a little worried about my husband, he might light a fire on the rest of our money." She laughed.
Mary laughed with her, and she excused herself, she wanted to see Bert again, but did not want to look too anxious.
Mary went to the rail where they'd met the day before, and waited to see if he'd return. Mary waited for what seemed like hours until he finally came back.
"Eh miss Poppins." He said tipping his hat to her and sitting on the bench.
"You can call me Mary." She smiled sitting next to him.
"Well you can call me Bert then." He said smiling at her.
"What is this?" Mary asked taking is sketchpad and opening to the first page, where there was a picture of two children flying a kite, one was a girl, the other was a boy.
"Who are they?" Mary asked.
"Jane and Michael Banks, those two are wot I want my kids to be like." He said.
"They look cute." She said turning the page. On the next page there was a woman sitting on the steps of Saint Paul's cathedral, with birds all around her.
"And she is?" Mary asked.
"The bird woman, she yells, 'Feed the birds! Tuppence a bag!' all the time." Bert said.
"Hmm, interesting." Mary said and on the next page, there was a picture of her, leaning over the rail, looking into the water.
"Wow." Mary said astonished.
"My best one yet." He smiled.
"It is beautiful." Mary said looking at him.
"Yeah." He said putting his hand on her cheek.
"We can't." Mary whispered as she moved her lips towards his.
"You're not married yet." He said kissing her.
Mary pulled away first, and looked as if she was going to cry.
"I've got to go." She said getting up, and she started to walk away, but he took her hand before she could.
"I want to see you again." He said.
Mary sighed. "Meet me tonight in the ballroom, dress like a gentleman." She said and she dropped his hand and walked away.
Well, here's the kiss. Uncle Albert is going to come in later, but a little better then the mother in Titanic.
Maria