Chapter 3

Meg's POV

I rummaged through my pockets, searching for anything of use. I always keep a bunch of money with me. The things Alex and I get ourselves into, (trust me, you don't even want to know) it's always good to have huge wads of cash in your pocket. I counted it- roughly a two hundred-fifty bucks. (Believe me, we certainly have our… adventures.)

I paid for four first class tickets. I just love the nineteen hundreds! Everything costs less!

Dan started running through the long hallways on the ship. "Hey, does anyone know where the arcade is?"

Amy, shaking nervously, replied, "There are no arcades, but we could find the pool or something if you want."

I stopped them regrettably, "First, we need to go shopping. There is no way we can fit in if we wear twenty-first century things. I suggest we go shopping. I know that we are on the legendary Titanic, but we really have to stay focused. I mean, if we need to find the clue, we have to start researching. We only have four days until the Titanic sinks."

Alex looked appalled. "Ya telling me I can't wear baggy sweats?"

"Yup. We are now civilized children from England." I said.

"But we don't talk in British accents like you do." Amy pointed out. She was finally calming down.

"Well, try your best."

Dan and Alex gave me a you-actually-think-I-have-enough-skill-to-pull-off-a-British-accent look.

We walked into a small store, and looked around. We all grabbed a bunch of clothing, bought it, and brought it back to our room to change.

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I looked in the mirror.

Wow.

I was wearing a gorgeous dress that flowed down me, cutting off at my legs. It was soft pink with lots of layers of white lace covering it. The dress didn't really have curves in it; it just came straight down from my neck line to my legs. It didn't have any sleeves, and I had pulled my long bangs back; it was considered rude to wear all of your hair down in public in the early twentieth century. I tied a huge pink bow on the back of my head and came out to see Dan staring at me. His mouth hung open.

I looked him over. He was wearing a white shirt and a brown old fashioned jacket over that. He wore plain brown pants. Alex matched Dan in uniform.

Amy was wearing a nice dress, same as mine, but in light purple. I noticed that I had never seen her with her hair fully back before; she was always wearing a pony tail, not a bun. With her hair fully back, she looked more mature. She wasn't wearing a bow in her hair, I'm guessing that she's too old for one; bows were only meant for short or young girls. Sadly, short fits my description. My dress sort of silhouetted me, while it made Amy look sort of too skinny and a little gangly.

Now that we were all changed, it was time to explore the most famous ship in history.

Dan's POV

Meg came out of the dressing room. Her hair flowed gently down her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkled, her rosy lips were forming a smile, making her face just angelic. Her dress was light pink, but you could hardly tell with all of the white stuff covering it. In the back of the dress was a bow, as was on the back of her head. What the heck did I just say?! I really need to get myself some guy friends.

"Wow." I said stupidly.

Meg laughed. "We really need to find ourselves the library."

I groaned.

"Oh cheer up." Amy tried to enforce.

"Easy for you to say! You love libraries!"

Alex and I sulked out of the room. Or maybe it was just me that was sulking; Alex always slouches when he walks so it's hard to tell when it's on purpose and vise versa.

"Hello." Meg greeted a woman walking in the hallway.

"Well, good day, miss." She said kindly.

Meg smiled politely with the greeting. "We are looking for the library. Do you by any chance know where it is?"

"Why yes! I do. It is down the hall, last door on the right.""Thank you very much!"

The woman looked confused. "Aren't you children a little young to be roaming around this huge ship by yourself?"

"Not really. Amy here is fourteen." On cue, Amy forced out a small wave at the lady.

"Well if you children need any more help, just call me. I am bunked in room C207. If you can't find it, go to the deck and ask for Molly Brown."

Amy sort of flinched when she heard the name. The women walked away. "Molly Brown!" Amy exclaimed. "As in, the unsinkable Molly Brown?"

The word unsinkable woke me up. "Who say what say huh?" They all glared at me like I was an idiot. "Unsinkable? If we stick with her, we won't sink?"

"No." Meg explained. "When she was on a life boat, her boat was too close to the sinking ship. No one was rowing away from it, so if they didn't move, they would have gotten chopped up in the propeller."

I grimaced at that pleasant thought.

"So since no one on her boat was taking it seriously, she took it into her responsibility to row the boat into safety, even though it was impolite for ladies to do so."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Be rude or die. Easy choice for me."

"Well you're compulsively impolite all the time, easy for you to say, dweeb!" Amy shot back.

We opened the library door. The ceiling was so high that I had to lift my head up all the way to see it. Rows and rows of books lined the fabulous window that lined the whole wall. I looked out of the window and to the horizon. Sea as far as the eye can see. Miles and miles of waves pounded against the ship. It's funny just how big things are when you put them into perspective.

Amy ran her finger across the first row of books while Meg had her index finger on her mouth, thinking about what we needed to find, staring at a row of books. You could almost see the wheels turning in her head.

"I wonder……" She muttered to herself. She immediately picked up a book and sat down at one of the tables bordering the wall. She flicked through the pages, leaving me absolutely clueless about what it was we needed to research.

I looked behind me, expecting to see Alex, but then I heard, "Surf's up!" Gansterish voice cheer. I turned around to see Alex climbing up onto a book shelf.

Meg looked up in horror. "Get off of that shelf! How many times do I have to tell you to stop playing on the top of library shelves. You use the sides, not the top, to find books!

Amy stifled back a laugh and asked Meg, "You've figured out a way to get home by now, right?"

Meg put on a carefree smile and laughed. "Of course!" She probably had looked it up in a book or something.

Amy looked satisfied with that and relaxed into her book.

They both flipped through more pages until Meg looked up, slightly confused.

"You know how when they were about to hit the ice burg, the look out said, 'Ice burg right ahead?' Well it seems sort of strange to me. Why didn't he just say 'Ice burg ahead.' or 'Ice burg straight ahead?'"

"Why does it matter? It seems stupid to me! So what if the guy chose a bad terminology? Who cares?" I said.

"So you're saying that this guy was a Cahill? And it was a code or message?" Amy gasped.

Meg looked up. "That's exactly what I'm saying. He was trying to sink the Titanic!"

"Madrigals?" Amy whispered.

"Who else?" I said.

"Stop swinging on the chandelier!" Meg screamed.

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