Amelia had unpacked her clothes, arranged the room she was staying in and had done everything she possibly could to extend the amount of time she spent in her room. She knew that eventually she would have to leave and would explore, but she felt anxious. Even though Mr. Andrews had explained to her that the ship was safe, she still felt...scared.
Eventually she wandered away from her room and made it to the 2nd class deck. She took a deep breath and wandered around the deck, avoiding the rails as best as possible.
"Are you alright miss? Miss?" A steward had stopped her and held onto her arm. She took a few deep breaths and nodded her head. She just needed to sit down. She needed to sit.
"I need to sit. I have to sit down." The steward helped her sit down. He stayed around until she had assured him she would be fine. Amelia wasn't sure if she would be fine, but she didn't want anyone fussing over her.
"Alright miss. Let me know if you need anything." Amelia forced a smile and sat back against the deck chair. She placed her hand over her chest and reminded herself to take deep breaths.
"Alright I'll be on my rounds. Go and get some sleep Harry." Amelia closed her eyes tightly and tried to ignore the sounds of the engines and the ocean against the ship. She didn't know if she could come on deck again.
"Amelia? Are you okay?" She kept her eyes closed and kept her back against the deck chair. She heard Officer Lowe's voice in front of her but she kept her eyes closed.
"I feel dizzy." She spoke softly, her voice shaking. She was scared even with Mr. Andrews reassuring her the ship was safe.
"Do you want to go back to your room? I'll help you." Amelia opened her eyes. Officer Lowe, Harry, was crouching in front of her, his hand on her knee.
"I'll be fine. I'll get up and walk around for a few more moments and I'll be fine." Amelia sat up, her corset digging into her sides, making her breathing laboured.
"Are you sure?" Amelia nodded and put both of her feet on the deck and pushed herself into a standing position.
"Let me help you." She blushed when she felt Harry's arm wrap around her shoulders and his other hand grabbed her arm, helping her steady herself.
"I'm sorry. I'm afraid of sailing. I shouldn't have come on the trip. It's not even a day into the trip and I'm already a mess." Amelia pushed the hair out of her face and looked at harry then looked away.
"There's nothing to be sorry about. You haven't found your sea legs yet. It'll come. Don't worry." He spoke softly and in her ear. She felt her face flush and a chill ran up her spine.
"Thank you Mr...Harry. Thank you for your help." She licked her lips nervously and turned to face him. Her eyes were looking into his eyes and he was smiling at her. His arm was still around her shoulders and his hand was still on her arm.
"It is no problem Amelia. I'm glad I could help." Amelia forced herself to break away from his warmth and she took a step away from him.
"I'm much better now. Thank you." She played with the sides of her dress to keep her hands from shaking.
"Let me know if you need anything. I'll help you with whatever I can." She nodded and he grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it, before he walked past her, and made his way to the inside of the ship.
Amelia stood there for a few moments in a daze. She had never met a man like him before. She found him attractive, sweet and caring. She wrung her hands together, one of her nervous habits, and walked away from the 2nd class deck and towards the 3rd class part of the ship's deck.
She would rather be with the 3rd class than with the 2nd and 1st. The third class passengers were so much more welcoming than both the other classes. At least that is what she found.
She went through the gate separating third class from second and first and walked down the stairs. There were a number of people milling about the deck, talking and entertaining themselves.
"Watch yourself. You may trip." Amelia looked away from the children playing and looked instead at the man who was talking to her. He had moved his bag out of the way and she smiled greatfully.
"Thank you. I would've landed flat on my face." The man smiled and moved over, allowing her room to sit.
Amelia took the offer and sat beside the man. She looked over at the book he had in his hands and then at him. He was an artist.
"Your drawings are very good. You're very talented." The man looked from his drawings to her and extended his hand.
"Jack Dawson. Artist and American going home. Pleased to meet you." Amelia grabbed his hand and shook it, instead of him kissing the top. She was relieved she didn't have to meet another man who insisted on doing that.
"Amelia Moody. My brother is an officer on this ship. I'm travelling with him to New York and then back again." They continued to shake hands for a moment longer until he had pulled his hand away. Amelia dropped her hand and continued to look at his drawings.
"May I?" She motioned to her drawings and he handed over the book. Amelia flipped through the pages, admiring his work as she went.
"You really are quite talented Mr. Dawson." Jack thanked her and pointed out some things about his drawings and explained some of the people he drew.
"You make money from these drawings?" Amelia looked past Jack to the man that was sitting on the other side of him. He was an Irish man with blonde curls and blue eyes. He had a cigarette between his lips and was looking from jack to the drawings.
"Jack?" Amelia looked the direction jack was looking. He was staring at a woman with vibrant red, curly hair and fair skin. She was clearly first class.
"Ah, forget it, boy. It is like if angels fly out of your arse as get next to the likes of her."
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Thanks to the reviewers:
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