April 11th 1912
The next morning I woke up to the sound of the ocean outside. After getting rid of the last sleepiness I slowly and carefully got out of bed and made my way over to the window to look at the ocean that lay below.
As I observed the sea, thoughts of a certain Officer Moody kept on crossing my mind. He was the one thing that had dominated my dreams of that night and, no matter how hard I tried, I could not get him out of my mind. His kind smile, his chocolate eyes and his touch, every single feature that belonged to the man simply jumped out to me in harmony.
"Oh, Miss!" The startled voice of Emma shocked me out of my thoughts as I turned to face her with a hand over my heart.
"Emma! You gave me a fright," I told her as she came up closer to me.
"Forgive me, Miss. I did not expect you to be up already, I just came in to wake you and..."
"It's alright, Emma." I cut her off before she could continue. "Please draw a bath." With a quick curtsy she made her way into the bathroom to do as I had asked, while I went back to looking at the ocean and once again lost myself in my thoughts.
Shortly after, Emma returned to my bedroom with the information that my bath had been drawn and was waiting for me.
Once I had bathed and was dried again, Emma tied the laces to the corset and then helped me into a beige day dress with a white hem and collar. Around the waist there was a thin dark blue band and a thin dark blue bow tied at the collar of the dress. "Miss, please?" Emma said gesturing to the dresser where I sat, and she proceeded to tie my hair up into a simple yet elegant twist. "Miss, would you like any accessories for your hair?" Emma asked.
"No, thank you, Emma. That will be all," I said as I dismissed her. Once she was gone I took a minute to look at myself and then reached over for some simple pearl earrings, and some short white gloves that came to my wrists. As I was slipping them on, there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" I called out.
"India," came the reply. Quickly getting up from the chair I walked over to the door and let my sister in. She was wearing a rich blue day dress with blue sleeves down to the elbows and then white sleeves down to the wrists. The dress had a black belt around the waist and a white lace high neckline. a black hat completed her toilette.
"Good morning, Indi," I said as she stepped through the doorway.
"Good morning," she said, and then went straight to giving me a strange look. It was a look that I recognised as the look that I had given her the day before.
"What is it, India?" I asked her, hoping that she would get straight to the point.
"What is it about you giving me a hard time about Officer Lowe, and then going and catching the eye of another Officer?" she said as she placed her hands on her hips.
"I do not know what you are talking about, Sister," I said as I stood tall to match her own look.
"Oh, do not give me that," she said as she dropped her hands. "I saw the look that you were giving Officer Moody."
"That does not concern you, India," I told her as I walked out onto our private promenade deck.
"Oh, and my affairs concern you, is that it?" she said as she began to get upset.
"Yes," I replied simply.
"Why? Why should they concern you, if yours do not concern me?" She was practically yelling at this point.
"Because I am older then you are," I said and gave her a final look. "Come, enough of this talk, let us have breakfast," I told her as I sat down at the table that had already been set, and rang the bell for the steward to bring us breakfast. Our father had informed us earlier that he would be working this morning and that for that reason we should simply (just) have breakfast without him. We would not see him until later that day.
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Later that morning I had decided to take a walk up on deck and take in the ocean breeze. It did not take long before I reached the bow of the ship, where I stopped at the rail that separated 1st class from 2nd and 3rd class, to not only look at the sea but also to observe the people who were below in 3rd class, the ordinary people. I always found that they were the most interesting people, people who showed their true colours. I never cared when people said that it was rude to look at people or if they would consider me as a source of charity, I still enjoyed it.
As I continued to observe them, I noticed that there was one man in particular that stood out of the crowd. He was a young man, had dark hair along with dark skin, but it was the look that he had – a look that was so intense, and yet so at peace, that it was striking. I watched him as he walked around the deck. Then something happened that shocked me. The man seemed to have sensed me looking at him, as he suddenly looked straight at me and waved.
In a state of shock and horror at having been caught staring, I turned with such a speed that not only did it take the breath from me, as the corset did not permit such movement, but also it sent me crashing into a hard chest.
"Careful, Miss Andrews," a gentle voice spoke. It was a voice that I found oddly familiar but could not place.
"Sorry, sir..." I began as I looked up at the man who I had so rudely run into only to find that I did indeed know this man. "Officer Moody!" I gasped as I recognised him. "I am so sorry, I was not looking," I explained, but he merely laughed and said that it was quite alright.
"May I ask you what has you so troubled?" he asked as he released me.
"Excuse me Officer," I told him as I stepped away from him. "I..." I tried to come up with an excuse not to admit that I had been staring at this unknown man. Then I remembered. "I just remembered that I am to have lunch with my father," I said as I stepped away from him. "Excuse me," I added as I walked past him to go to the dining hall.
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