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Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 4. Sabrina will meet J.J Astor and you'll see her reaction. The question will be will Murdoch still be on the boat when she meets up with Astor or will he already be in the after life? Well anyways enjoy.
Chapter 4
It Works For Me
August 30th, 1987
I looked out the window of my stateroom that was on the boat and tied my fading Pretty Flamingo Pink hair back into a ponytail. Soon enough I would be cutting it off and classes at Juilliard would be starting soon and I would be surprised if I could go during the summers to visit the Titanic. I had sent plenty of spirits from the time that I got on this boat in July. I still hadn't had the chance to send William because we just couldn't figure out why the hell I couldn't send him yet. There was a big piece missing with that one.
I brought my pen up to my pink lips and thought for a few moments. I was writing another entry in my Titanic book and maybe I shouldn't have been writing, but it seemed fit to write in the book. I fingered my bangs and shook my head. I went back to writing in the book. Soon enough I would be a historian about the Titanic. How odd would that be? I am still a teenager and a historian already. It was crazy.
I groaned when I heard someone knock on the door. I got up out of my chair and went to the door opening it. "Yes?" I asked, as I leaned up against the door frame. I looked up at George.
"We are going down to the Titanic. You coming along?" He asked as he crossed his arms.
I scoffed. "You don't have to ask me twice." I said as I went to go and get a pair of shoes on my feet along with my sketch book and pencils. I slipped on my black and dark red tennis shoes over my black socks that matched the black shorts that I wore and the dark red tank top that I wore. I picked up my pencils and sketch pad and walked out of the room.
"Well, we were worried about the last time that you went down with us..."
"You're talking about a few days ago?" I asked as I rubbed the side of my head. Ouch! Yep! It's still there. I had fainted on August 27th and had hit my head off of the floor fairly hard causing a lump to form that was still there even three days later. We still had four dives left after this one. These trips were causing more and more trouble for me sadly. The more we went down to see the Titanic the more I would have trouble keeping my mind from reeling out of control and I would faint. I knew that this break from the Titanic would do me some kind of good.
"Yeah.. I am. We were worried about you when you hit your head."
"I'm fine." I lied to him. I didn't want them to worry much more than they already were. It certainly wasn't fair to them to worry about an 18 year old woman. They had to focus on what they were doing getting artifacts from the Titanic and they were helping me become a historian of this glorious ship without really realizing it. I hated being smarter than the average person. I was a geek and I knew that, it was actually kind of sad that I am admitting that I am a geek.
I walked with George down to the Natulie that was all ready to go down under water. I carefully got onto Natulie and sat down in my normal chair that I sat in when we went down to see the Titanic. I looked over and saw William sitting there. I simply shook my head knowing why this time he snuck onto Natulie to go down and see the Titanic with his own eyes.
A Hour Later...
I looked at the wreckage of the Titanic sadly. I wasn't listening to what people were saying around me. My eyes were focused on what was around me. I had opened my sketch book and began to sketch with my eyes closed. I could only hear what William was saying since it was hard to drown out spirits.
"This is what you meant by preserving history? You sound like treasure hunters." William stated angrily. He had every right to be angry, but at me he had no right. I wasn't part of this, I was only brought along to sketch and get history information together to preserve that past. Give a little insight to the past and that is what I would remain doing.
I shook my head and continued to draw out the vision that was coming to my mind. I felt his presence over my shoulder and ignored him. I couldn't break out of my trance at the moment. I needed to finish this picture before my vision was lost.
(FB)
John Jacob Astor was busy getting his wife onto a life boat. "I will be right behind you love." He told her softly.
"John please get on with me." His wife pleaded with him.
"I can't love... this boat is meant for women and children. I am not going to allow you to get off of the boat. Not being five months along into your pregnancy. Please... I will be on a boat as soon as I can." He told her softly placing a kiss on the top of her head. "I love you."
"I love you too John." She said softly.
"Lower away!" Yelled one of the guys that was lowering the boat down into the Atlantic.
John walked away from side of the ship once the boat hit the water. He went to go and find a boat that he could get onto, but met up with Jacques Futrelle and smoked a cigar with him.
"This is probably the last cigar that we will ever get to enjoy Astor." Said Jacques with a sad smile.
"I know. I am just glad that I got my wife off of the ship." He said sadly.
(EFB) ((Sorry the flashback wasn't very long. It would be too much to write, plus I didn't want to start crying if I had to write his death in. So I skipped it.))
I gasped out for air dropping my pencil and sketch pad to the floor.
"Sabrina... what did you see?" George asked concerned for me.
I opened my eyes in shock and looked up taking a few deep breaths. "Don't worry about it." I said softly as I took a few more deep breaths. "I'm fine." I said, as I waved my hand frantically in front of my face. Clearly they didn't believe me, which it really didn't matter to me that they didn't believe me or not. "Did you find anything else?" I asked as I slowly kneeled down on the floor picking up my pencil and sketch book off of the floor. I stood up and sat back down on the chair.
"Yes, we did." G. Harris said with a smile.
"Oh good."
"We're coming back up." George said in the mic to alert the boat that we were coming back up to the surface.
I looked out of the corner of my eyes and saw that William had a concerned look written across his face. He hadn't seen me do that before. He never actually snuck onto the diving vessel either to go down to the Titanic. I realized I hadn't talked him out of going. He got to see the Titanic in her haunted glory at the bottom of the Atlantic. I could also see sadness written across his face as well. I knew that he was sad because he saw her.
A Hour Later...
We were back above the water once again. It was actually kind of nice to be above the water before it got dark for once. The last few times that we had gone down we didn't get back above the water until eleven at night. For once it was eight at night and we were back above the water and back on the boat.
I carefully got out of Natulie and saw someone out of the corner of my eyes. Someone who wasn't William. I let out a sigh. Once again it was my job to let the spirit know that I could see them. I walked slowly towards the back of the boat and made sure that no one saw me going there. I scared people who weren't American. The Americans that I was working with were use to me doing this. "I know you're there." I said softly to the spirit that was on the back of the boat.
The man came out of his hiding spot. "Who are you and this isn't the Titanic."
I let out a sigh. "Sir... follow me." I whispered softly. I walked towards my stateroom so none of the French researchers heard me talking to myself. That would be down right embarrassing. I opened the door to my room and went inside.
He followed me inside. "Who are you?"
"Sabrina MacAlister."
"And I should be on the Titanic."
"Sorry... but that was in 1912 and this is 1987." I said as I walked to my desk and put my things on there.
"What?" He asked confused.
"Mr. Astor what I state is the truth." I said as I turned and faced him. "I know it seems weird, but I do know what I am talking about." I leaned against my desk and looked at him. "What is the last thing that you remembered?" I tucked a strand of my pale pink hair behind my ear. I was curious of what he was going to say.
"The last thing that I remember was having a cigar with Jacques Futrelle." He said to me. "How is this possible?"
"It's not that hard Mr. Astor. I am a medium. I can see spirits that haven't been sent to the other side yet. You haven't crossed over yet. No one on the Titanic had gotten the chance to cross over. I've been working on sending people over since I got onto this boat and since we have been gathering items from the Titanic. I have sent quite a few spirits since we have been gathering items."
"How many people haven't you sent yet?"
I thought about William who was the only other spirit that I hadn't been able to send. "Only one I haven't been able to send since I met him." I said sadly. "I haven't figured out what it is that I need to send him."
"How can you tell if someone is ready to be sent?"
"She touches their hand." Said William coming through my wall.
I gasped. "Damn it Murdoch don't do that." I scolded the older man.
John looked at me in shock.
I knew why he said something like that. I shook my head lightly. I was use to spirits coming through the walls, but not through stateroom walls.
"Sorry." William said laughing lightly.
I rolled my eyes. Bastard. I thought to myself. "All I have to do is touch your hand and I will be able to tell you if you are ready to go to the other side. If you aren't then the task of me finding out what is needed for you to pass on will begin." I explained to John in a soft voice.
John held out his hand.
I took it and let out a sigh. "You aren't ready to go onto the other side." I said softly. "Now here is the task I have to figure out why you can't cross over." I walked over to my bed and sat down. I racked my fingers through my faded pink hair. "Damn... I wasn't expecting this at all." I shook my head.
September 10, 1987
I sat there reading through my book that I was writing in for the last two months. I groaned and closed it. "John." I said as I stood up.
"What is it?" He asked coming through the wall of my stateroom.
I groaned. "Must you do that?"
John shook his head. "What did you want?"
"Did you figure out what you might need to know before you cross over?"
"Maybe knowing what happened to my wife and son." He said softly.
"She gave birth to John Jacob Astor VI in August. She remarried William Karl Dick on June 22, 1916." I explained to him.
John looked at me in shock. "How do you know?"
"I know because I researched her quite a bit. I am a Titanic historian pretty much now."
John walked over to me closer. He held out his hand.
I took it carefully. "You're ready to cross over." I said softly. "I won't be able to cross you over until midnight that's when it is the easiest to help someone cross over." I stood up slowly.
"Why is that?" He asked me.
I shrugged my shoulders. "In all honesty I have no idea really." I looked over my shoulder at him. "I think it is because at night people who help people cross over like me, that can actually touch spirits which is only very few of us that can do that. I do know this your wife is probably waiting for you." I said with a small smile.
"My wife?"
I nodded my head. "Who knows you just might have a slice of heaven when you cross over." I said with a small smile. "But you won't know until you cross over tonight."
"And what about you?" He asked, looking at me. He had grown fond of me and treated me like a daughter that he never had. He was concerned of what I was going to be doing after this.
I looked up at him and smiled. "I'll be fine. I have to start school once I return back to the main land. I have a long road of classes waiting for me at Juilliard." I said with a giggle. "There will be more of me coming out here even though I will be continuing with studies."
"I remember you telling me something about that."
I smiled. I was kind of glad that I had decided not to go onto the last dive with the others. The last day that I had gone down I had hit my head harder than I had the last time and I had been knocked out for a good while. I had never had issues like that in the past.
11:57 P.M.
I twisted my hair into a bun and put a clip into it. I was already changed into a tank top that was black in color and that showed my tattoo that I had on my abdomen. I also had a pair of black sleep pants on that matched my tank top and I left the bathroom. I saw William sitting on my bed.
William's eyes shot up towards me. "Why am I not ready to move on?" He asked softly.
"I don't know... I am sure that we will find out soon enough." I said softly to him. I could tell by his aura that he was depressed. He wasn't happy with still being here. I let out a sigh. "You can follow me since you won't be sent for a while."
"Why would you want me to follow you?"
"Well no one else would be able to talk to you." I said as I looked at him.
"I'll go with you." He said softly.
I smiled. "Good. I got to go and send Mr. Astor." I said as I headed up to the deck where I told John to meet me so he could be sent to heaven. I was actually a little scared to send him. I did multiple sendings at night, but I tired not to do more than five a night so I wouldn't have to dive into the ocean to do a different kind of sending. Plus it didn't help the fact that I didn't know how to swim.
I saw John waiting for me up on the deck. I looked around and noticed that no one was around so that was a good thing. I walked up to him and placed my hands on the rail. I knew William was right there with me. He actually knew what happened when I sent people to the other side. "John..." I said softly.
The older man turned his head and looked at me. "What is it?" He asked softly.
"Are you ready?" My pale blue eyes locking onto his eyes.
John nodded his head. "Yes, I am ready."
I nodded my head. "Alright." I said softly as I gripped onto the rail of the back of the boat that we were on. I tried not to jump into the water to do the sendings because no one would be able to get me out of the water unless they knew that I was sending someone, but I never allowed anyone to know unless I was really close to them. I moved away from the rail and backed up six paces away from the rail. I always did this when I did sendings it was easier than holding onto the rail. "I need you to stand next to me John..."
John walked over to me.
"You'll probably hear your wife calling for you." I said softly. I closed my eyes and a bright light appeared in front of us. Normal people couldn't see the bright lights, but if you had a very good connection with the other side you would be able to see it. I opened my eyes looking at the portal that I had opened.
"John? John where are you?" A feminine voice.
"Madeleine..." He said softly.
I smiled. "Go to her, she's waiting for you."
John looked at me. "Thank you for everything." He said softly. He placed a small cold kiss on my cheek.
I looked up at him and felt tears come to my eyes. I hated when this happened. I had grown attached to some of the spirits that I had helped in the past and it made it very hard to cry after sending them. "You're welcome." I said softly.
John walked through the portal.
The light disappeared and I collapsed to my knees. I felt a pair of cold arms wrap around my waist.
"You alright?" William asked softly.
I groaned and forced myself up onto my feet. "I'm fine. I just have a hard time sending is all." I said as I slowly walked back towards my room. I was tired really tired. Tomorrow morning I would be on a copter back to New York City, home to pack, and then off to Juilliard to begin my long line of classes oh joy. Plus I would have a spirit following me during this time until I went back to a boat that they needed me for. I was actually kind of glad that I was going to be rooming alone in an apartment that I was renting that wasn't far away from Juilliard.
September 11th, 1987
I was back on a copter going back to New York City. I looked out the window of the copter my eyes shielded by a pair of sun glasses. I felt William's eyes on me as I looked out the window. I knew that the person who was flying the copter couldn't hear me.
"So where are we headed?" William asked me.
"New York City."
"That's where you live?"
I nodded my head. "Yes, that is where I live."
"Do you think that will help me go to the other side?"
I shook my head. "No, probably not." I said softly.
William let out a sigh.
"Did you kill someone?"
William looked down at the ground. "Yes..."
"Then maybe when I send him you'll be able to move to the other side."
William looked at me hopeful. "I hope that is the case lass."
I put my sun glasses on the top of my head. "Well... it just might be." I hoped that it was the case. He would feel at peace after I sent the person that he killed. I just hoped that I was correct on that one. I knew that I would be flying in and out when they needed me. I knew that I was going to need all the energy in the world to go to school and go onto flights to do research on the Titanic.
What could possibly wait for Sabrina in New York? What will Murdoch think of 1987's New York City? Who will she meet on her next trip out to the Titanic. I guess you'll have to wait and see. Please review.