Disclaimer standards apply, I don't own Sailor Moon or Titanic.


A/n: It looks like I'll be taking a step back. There was something I wanted to get to but I spent too much time with Usagi and already broke my record for word count and post length. So, instead of making one chapter rediciously long, I decided to break it up. With luck I'll get to everything I wanted to accomplish. Mind you this is April 13th the day before the sinking. The last full day and night Titanic stayed a float. No quotes from the movie so far, but I can't make any promises.


Warning: Standard warning disclaimers apply. See chapter one for full warning disclaimers. You have been warned.


Chapter 9


Just like every other morning abord Titanic so far, Kayla found the early morning sunlight to be annoyingly bright. The one thing able to force her out of the land of sleep. The events of the night before echoed in her mind as well as the argument she had with Usagi. And, time was running out fast. If she guessed correctly it was already April 13th. In a little less then twenty-four hours, the Titanic would strike ice setting in motion a whirlwind of events. A chain reaction that could not be stopped. Many lives would be lost, and yet the reality of it all still left a bad taste in her mouth.

Once again, Kayla forced herself out of bed. She had found something to ware, and quickly changed. She knew it wasn't "proper" attire, but it was functional and that was the most important to her. Something that was functional and fit her style nicely. So what if she received dirty looks from other first-class people, or third-class for that matter, she could care less. After all her legs had received quite the work out, and she could tell that she would be doing a lot more walking. She wondered how much exactly, she would be doing.

After getting some breakfast Kayla decided to take a little rest up on deck. After all her knees and ankle burned and felt close to bursting, and she could imagine the state they must be in inside. As she let herself into a deck chair she could feel her knees and ankles shaking thankfull to have her sitting. Leaning her head back, Kayla wondered what she needed, or rather should do. How could she explain what was going on? How could she possibly… tell him what he wanted to know without making her sound like she belonged behind bars like some wild animal? She couldn't, but yet she had to tell him something. She owed him that much after everything he had been trying to do for her. At least she could offer her name. A real name, not the faulse one she had provided in hopes of finding Usagi. It had worked, she had found Usagi alright, but getting her to return home to her own time where she belong proved to be a lot more difficult. Much more then previously planned.

Standing or rather trying to, Kayla decided to move around a bit. But, her body would have none of it. Every time she put weight on her legs, they would buckle and shake sending her back down in her seat. Finally after the third attempt Kayla gave up deciding that it wasn't worth it to keep trying. After proper rest her legs would once again co-operate and she would be able to walk. At least for a short while, or so she hopped. Today would not be a good day to be trapped unable to walk, not a pleasant prospect. "Blanket miss?" A steward asked, having been handing them out to passengers.

Kayla's head lifted to meet his gaze. Nodding she kindly accepted the thick fabric hoping that its added warmth would loosen obviously stiff muscles that currently refused to budge despite the number of commands given. She pressed it tightly around her legs covering her toes completely. This gave her plenty of time to think of what she would say if she encountered that officer again. She promised him some kind of explanation, but she would have to pick and chose her words carefully. After all part of being a Sailor senshi meant you had to master the art of lying. A Trait the brown haired princess embraced, but didn't particularly care for. But, she felt she needed to be as honest as possible from this point on.

"Selene?" A voice broke Kayla through her thoughts, a male voice to be spsific. Only one that addressed her in any way what so ever. Many people usually ignored the brown-haired woman or graced her with dirty looks. Despite this, Kayla didn't seem to care. Her choice of dress was mostly the reason and gossip had no doubt been spread about her much like it probably had with Usagi.

"Kayla Tsukino…" Kayla lifted her head to look at the owner of the voice that had spoken her name. "My name is Kayla Tsukino." She sat up a little better adjusting herself in the wooden deck chair.

"I don't quite understand." That same voice replied belonging to none other then the ship's 5th officer. He was puzzled at what she had said, expecting a hello or something to that nature. "You gave a false name?

Kayla shook her head. "Not exactly. It's a bit complicated. "Once upon a time, long ago, my name used to be Selene. But, in an effort to protect my identy it was changed to Kayla Tsukino sometime later." Kayla explained finding this part of her story the easiest to tell. When I boarded Titanic, my hope was to find my sister and get her to come back with me. But, I wasn't able to, and now…" Kayla trailed off trying to figure out how to word her next statement. After all, she couldn't very well reveal history, because just being here, in this time, caused enough trouble as it is. In the grand sceame of things, it would only be one, possibly two lives added to either the dead, or the barely over 700 survivors. That didn't seem like such a big deal, but what would happen if they had, and returned to their own time? Things probably wouldn't change much that would be for sure, but that's not worth the risk taken.

Kayla heard someone take the seat next to her as she took in a breathe to collect her thoughts. "Your sister is being difficult, and you last the last chance to disembark before we reach New York?" Harold offered. He was only taking a guess, but that seemed the most logical.

"Something like that yes," Kayla answered. "But, it's a bit more complex then that. I'm not exactly sure how to explain it without someone thinking I've lost my mind."

Harold nodded in understanding "I see. Well why don't we grab a bite and you can explain it to me slowly. You're safe here."

Kayla nodded and removed the blanket fully prepared to stand, but once again her legs buckled under the weight she tried to place on them. Harold looked on concerned not sure he could do for her except find a doctor. But, before he could open his mouth to make the suggestion, Kayla spoke up a pained sound lacing her words. "I need my wheelchair." She said leaning over to rub her sore and non-co-operative limbs. Normally after a few minutes of rest, her legs would work for a short while, but not today. She was having one of her bad days.

"Where is it?" Harold asked afraid of the answer.

"Down in third-class. Where I first wound up." Kayla admitted.

Harold knew he had a work out ahead of him, because the lifts only went as far as E-deck. And, if he remembered correctly her chair was very far down there at least two decks or so. He had seen it stashed in a corner, but hadn't thought much of it. "I'll be back." He said giving her her blanket back. And with that, he was off.

Kayla had no choice but to wait. Luckily stewards and stewardesses kept walking by with various food items. She could always nibble here or there if need be until he returned. Though she knew getting the requested chair to her would be a task in a half. After all Titanic was five city blocks long at least, according to reports and documentaries that she'd read up on line. How the crew managed she hadn't a clue But, he seemed to be managing just fine as far as she knew.

Kayla didn't know how long she had been sitting in that deck chair, but it must have been quite some time. She felt her body grow tired, and that was a sure sign she had been out a lot longer then she had expected to be. All sounds seemed to blend to geather as she had tuned most of them out. Typical of her to do when she sat around with nothing to do.

Kayla's eyes shot open when she felt herself moving, but not of her own accord. Harold, afraid she was having another episode like the one he had seen the first day they had met, decided to simply lift her up and put her in the chair. Not as simple of as a task then it may have looked. She wasn't able to offer much help and her joints made a sickening sound as weight was placed upon them. "Kayla, are you alright?"

Not wanting to worry anyone more then she had already, Kayla looked up with half open eyes blinking a couple of times. She was now seated in her wheelchair, and her hands made their way to her handrails in order to push herself about. But, she had no clue as to where she was going, so made no attempt to move. "I'll be fine." Kayla said as assuring as possible. Though she knew she wasn't fooling anyone. Harold was very concerned not believing her answer, but would have to see if a bite to eat would do the trick.

"Are you sure?" he asked, "I can take you back to your room to rest if you would rather."

"I'm sure." Kayla insisted trying to sound convincing. "My blood sugar is low, but something to eat will solve the problem. She had been speaking the truth was all and she needed to try and talk to him if she could, because she knew he must have a lot more questions. Ones, she wanted to answer, but only time would tell if she could.

"Kayla, I need you to be as honest with me as possible." Harold had adjusted himself so that he was looking eye level with her. "I can tell there is something you're trying to hide. Something you're afraid of. Anyone can see that. And, I don't think slowly trying to kill yourself is the way out.

"Wait… what?" Kayla was a little shocked about his words. Did he seriously think she was suicidal? It may be true that… she wasn't taking proper care of herself, but suicide was the furtherdest from her mind. "I think you're mistaken. I'm not suicidal. Not to say the thought may have crossed my mind a time or true, but I would never go that far."

Harold could see right into Kayla's eyes. And while she looked as distant as ever, she was being honest. But, it didn't make him worry any less. It was obvious she needed someone to talk to. And, if he could provide that for her, he would be happy. He was well aware of the rules concerning passengers and crew members, but he knew some things would be worth the risk. She had out right admitted considering suicide previously, and while she may not have followed through, he couldn't help but think if she didn't release some of this depressing cloud she may actually follow through. And, he may never see her again after this voyage and the what if factor was weighing on his mind. "Promise me you won't commit suicide." He said a bit sternly his gaze locked on her.

"I'm not going to, I promise." She returned his gaze. "But, I do need to eat."

"Alright." Harold moved getting behind the battered and warn wheelchair. Checking to make sure her breaks were unlocked, he began pushing her down the deck to the palm court café. Lunch had officially ended, but a few people lingered about and he knew he could get her something to eat. And, he would sit there and watch her if he had to, to make sure she did.

As Harold and Kayla made it to the café, Captain Smith was exiting intending to get back to the bridge. "Hello Princess Serenity and Mr. Lowe." He greeted with a tip of his hat.

"Oh, I'm not Serenity; you have me mistaken with my sister." Kayla spoke not exactly thrilled of being confused with Serenity. Though just like her, the name was a front to keep their status aboard and not stuck filling space down in third-class. Though as the words spilled from her lips she was aware of the boldness and hopped it didn't come off as bitchy or snappish. Kayla knew how she was "expected" to behave, and whether or not she knew of his position she probably should have let him assume she was who he had previously thought.

"My mistake miss…" The captain replied good naturedly. "Pray tell what is your name so I may address you properly?"

"Its Princess Selene, sir." Kayla replied as politely as possible.

Harold couldn't help but take notice that just like with him, Kayla had provided a false name, or rather the name she had been going by all along. But, why did she reveal her true name to him? Why did she trust him to know such forbidden knowledge? She had been open and honest with him, more so then to other passengers. But, why? That was the raging question running through his mind. Though he couldn't also help but notice the captain's gaze on him. Though he presumed they would discuss this issue later. But, Bruce Ismay, managing director for White Stare lines, didn't mind showing his contempt. "Don't you think you're overstepping your boundaries there Mr. Lowe? Shouldn't her personal servant or a stewardess be doing that?" He inquired in regards to the fact it was Obvious Lowe had been pushing the wheelchair.

"I asked him for some help." Kayla quickly sprang to defend him. She did not like the tone Ismay had used, and was not in the mood to stand for it. She was very week still, but could still really be a bitch if she so wished. And, people like Mr. Ismay made this very easy. "If it is against your rules I am sorry, but if I am not mistaken is it not the job of the crew to assist passengers?" Kayla was not to happy, but she kept her anger very controlled.

"Yes, but he is not a steward, and that does not fit in his job description. That should be a job for your staff." Bruce shot back sounding as smug as ever. "Are you so stupid you do not recognize a White Star line officer?

Kayla found the ability to control her anger slipping and really wanted to avoid causing a scene. But, she was losing what little sanity she had. But, none the less her reply remained clipped and controlled. "Excuse me for my error. But, regardless of the fact, I'm thankful for the help no matter who provides it. Besides don't you have something else you should be doing?"

"I don't care what title you hold you have no right to speak to me that way. Boundaries are boundaries and they must remain in tact." Ismay was starting to see red, pissed that a girl was besting him.

"And, if I am not mistaken, does the Captain not set the rules?" Kayla countered her tone dangerously neutral and clipped

"Who do you think you were just talking to?" Ismay asked. "Or, are you blind as well as stupid?"

"I am blind, but am not stupid." Kayla gave a slight smile as Ismay seemed speechless.

"…I never…." Ismay decided to leave before the situation got even more out of hand. He could feel the tension raise and knew if he wanted to keep his face intact he better flea.

Captain Smith seemed to have an amused expression on his face. He had worked with Ismay and was in a way his boss, but someone had to put that man in his place. And, every word spoken, by the girl was in fact true. At least in his opinion anyway. Not that it would matter much. This was his last crossing as a captain after all and had plans to retire after this voyage. "Don't worry about Ismay there princess. But, if there is anything you may need don't be afraid to ask myself or any of the staff. Its what we are here for.

"Thank you so much sir." Kayla replied the fatigue clearly lacing her words. But, she needed food. And, that was all there was to it.

Captain Smith smiled and bid the pair good bye. He then headed back to the bridge. Harold remained in a somewhat state of shock after that little display he had just witnessed. His mind was sent into a tail spin after that episode. She barely knew him… couldn't seem to remember his name… and here she was defending him against a man who could have him fired if he wanted to. While he had been just as professional as possible he couldn't think there were other forces at work here. Something he couldn't quite understand and decided it best not to try. "I don't want to get you in trouble." Kayla finally spoke after a few minutes had passed. They were in the café now and she had been pushed underone of the tables overlooking the deck.

"It's quite alright Kayla." Harold replied using what appeared to be her given name. Even though he realized quickly he shouldn't be on a first-name basis with her. "I mean Miss Tsukino."

"No, Kayla is just fine." Kayla replied. Normally she wouldn't be on a first name basis with anyone, especially a man, but if she was going to be open and honest with him she would have to lose the formal titles and start talking. Getting on a first name basis was a good way to start that.

"I'll go get a waiter. Do you need anything?" Harold asked trying to keep a professional air about him. Even though she asked him to be on a first name basis with her. "And, by the way if it would be easier for you to remember you can call me Harry."

Kayla nodded in agreement. "Okay, Harry. If you could find me some juice that would be good. Nothing alcoholic I can't have alcohol."

Harold nodded in understanding and left Kayla alone for a few minutes to see if he could find some kitchen or wait staff. Lunch had ended an hour or so ago, and he would have a shift starting soon. And, wanted to make sure that Kayla took care of herself. While he was glad she seemed to be opening up to him and had agreed to give a little more detail about herself, he couldn't help but think she would fail to take care of herself properly. It was obvious on the past encounter and this one she hadn't, fainting at least once, and spending quite a lot of time sleeping. She had said something about low blood sugar, but wondered if she was trying to hide the fact she was of a delicate condition. Of course he was no doctor, but he had heard about some symptoms woman have experienced while in one. Of course he would have to approach the subject carefully if in fact she was truly in such a state. The last thing he needed to do at a time like this was scare her away by accusing her of lying. He had already seemingly done so, and knew that he couldn't continue to treat her in such a way. Enough of being suspicious of her. She was clearly different and didn't look as if she belonged among the first class. Or, she had to live as a lower class for so long she simply didn't knowhow. But, again she had managed to confuse him yet again. If she didn't know how then why did she speak so formally to the captain, and dare he say it Ismay? That man was airgent and deserved the tongue lashing he deserved, but Harold was more shocked by the fact Kayla found a delicate way to do so without actually raising her voice.

Most first-class woman would not have dared speak unless spoken to, but Kayla had not only done so, but corrected the captain, while putting Ismay in his place. Though it wasn't her words that surprised him most, but the fact she felt the need to defend him. She could barly remember his name and she had jumped to his aid. Had she not Ismay might have fired him on the spot. And, depending on how bad things may have gotten, Ismay might have enough power to ensure that Harold never work at sea again. A bit of fear flooded him at that moment, but was one woman really worth the risk? What lengths would she go for him if he were to be fired? But, worst of all… what would captain Smith have to say? He had the power to strip him of his title and confine him to the officer's area for the remainder of the voyage. But, somehow he doubted this to be a possibility.

He returned some time later with a menu and the juice. He put both in front of Kayla and watched as her left hand glided across the table in search of the cup. Her fingers grazed it before clasping around it her other hand joining it. With both secured around the cup she lifted it to her lips taking a long drink before allowing it to rest on the table before her. "SO, it's true. You're blind as well as crippled?" Harold didn't know where the question had come from, but her responance shocked him even more.

Her sightless gaze that appeared to be stairing blankly out in front of her suddenly averted to her cup. Sightless brown orbs closed tight as if the lids could block the tears that stung her eyes. "Yes… it's true." Kayla was in no means ashamed of her disabilities, but as it got later and later on in the day the reality of the next 24 hours kept eating at her. And, here was someone who wanted to know her most well guarded secrets. This sure didn't make things any easier.

"There is a lot about me, and it goes far beyond the fact I'm a blind cripple. I know you're wondering how I manage. I just do, my disabilities aren't always obvious unless you count today. I wasn't lying either when I said I was here to collect my sister and leave, but I will admit the longer it takes, the harder to leave it will become, and has already. Usagi isn't making things any easier by avoiding me and not willing to listen to reason." Kayla took another long sip of her drink. It was then she noticed someone coming to see what she wanted. She smiled and ordered something small, knowing that she would probably feel real tired after this. Harold couldn't help but notice, but he had already told her several times to take better care of herself, and she was complying at least.

"What do you mean by "go back"" Harold asked after the waiter had left. He was confused by that statement, because he didn't understand what it could mean.

"Well, I'm not exactly your typical first-class girl. Some might even say that I'm not even human. But, there are people after Usagi, and are too dumb to tell us apart. A friend of mine had sent me here to get Usagi knowing what trouble could be caused. While I don't for see any battles, I do need to get her to listen to me. But, meantly she's off in her own little world." Kayla tried to explain trying to get around the fact she was from the future, but knew eventually that would end up coming out. "You see, I'm actually from about…90 years from now. Not much I assure you, but still it's quite a bit." Kayla finally decided to come clean. Even though even in her day time travel was only a theory.

Harold listened as she spoke. Everything seemed to make sense to him now. It would explain a lot no matter how impossible it may have sounded. But, should he believe her or not? That was the question that kept weighing on his mind. His eyes remained locked on hers searching for anything that might suggest she may be lying. "Can you prove it?"

"I have the proof right here in front of you." Kayla said. "My attire alone should suggest otherwise, but if that is not enough, I have modern-day technology with me as well." Kayla said reaching into her sub-space pocket for her cell phone. But, she couldn't find it.

::Where could it be?:: her mind asked in a near state of panic. It was then it hit her, she had left it in Usagi's room when she had stormed off in anger. But, what else did she have that she could produce easily? Her hand found her laptop, but she couldn't pull it out of her pocket. Cell phone charger, blue tooth headset… Her finger grasped the headset and she pulled it out placing it on the table in front of her.

"What is this?" Harold asked turning it over in his fingers. The device was small and didn't seem to have any kind of wire attached to it. It fit in the palm of his hand and had what appeared to be a hook attached to it.

"It's a Bluetooth headset." Kayla replied. It is connected to my cell phone and allows me to send and receive phone calls with it, hands-free." She paused in thought, "But I'm afraid I must have left my phone in Usagi's room yesterday. We had got into an argument because she doesn't want to go back. She strongly believes her so-called fiancé Is waiting for her in America when in reality he's dead."

"Am I safe to assume then whoever is after your sister is responsible for murdering her so-called fiancé's death?" Harold started to put two and two together. "And, you haven't alerted anyone because you don't know if this person is on the ship, and just waiting for the right moment to strike?"

Kayla opened her mouth to speak but froze before a single word could be spoken. The room suddenly became covered in a cloak of darkness the tempure dropping several degrees. A shiver ran down Kayla's spine as sightless orbs darted around to spot the source of the darkness. Harold stood from his place across from Kayla prepared to do anything he could to help if anything at all. But, truth was he could feel the fear trying to grip him as he realized there may be nothing he could do. His eyes flicked toward Kayla who seemed to remain calm despite the situation. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave please." He ordered, but apparently whoever this was, wasn't listening.

Kayla unlocked her wheels and pushed herself back away from the table. She knew that the room was sealed off and bystanders would not be aware of what was going on in the café. "I order you to show yourself you coward. Face me or leave." Her voice was demanding and forceful as she spoke.

"I am tired of playing games with you sailor moon. Your time is running out, and I'll just have to let nature kill you." The voice spoke as an image appeared. "Don't worry it's a matter of time, but I will give you something to remember me and your world by. Because, after tomorrow you won't ever see it again." He lifted up Kayla effortlessly. His face inches from her own. "Even if you manage to change history. I will see to it you die. And, you can be with your Precious Endymion. And, I get this planet. So it's a win-win. Oh and don't think your sister will be able to save you. With you dead she would have no reason to hold on." He released her and flung her across the room where her head collided with a table breaking it. He then vanished leaving the room. But, before he left his voice echoed. "And boy if you think you have the power to stop anything you are dead wrong."

The room suddenly returned to normal and the sounds of reality started to filter back in. It was obvious who ever this man was couldn't tell the two girl's apart, but why had he called her Sailor Moon? He didn't have time to ponder it however, as Kayla lie motionless on the floor her head propped up only by the edge of the now-broken table. Questions would have to be answered, and he would have to provide answers. But, he couldn't lie. However, one look at Kayla told him he must. He had assured her safety and if that meant keeping her secret that's what he would do. As if the pause button had been released, Harold sprung into action quickly scooping Kayla carefully into his arms and taking her to her state room to rest. He knew he was late for his shift, but none of that mattered to him. All he could see was the prone figure lying limply in his arms, and he had to do something and do something quickly.

"Kayla please wake up, please." He begged as he took her to her state room. "Please answer me." But, Kayla didn't stir. Nothing he said had any effect, and something had to be done. Placing her on her bed, he rushed to fetch the ship's doctor to take a look at her before reporting to his shift. He didn't want to go, but knew he must.

His actions of course hadn't gone unnoticed as the First officer approached him not looking to happy. "You're late Mr. Lowe, I hope you can explain." He had said upon seeing him approaching the bridge.

Harold froze not sure how to respond. He couldn't lie, not at the sake of his job. Though he wondered if telling the truth would work. After all normally he would be able to say something to that effect without being wrong, but this was different. He could easily look like the attacker and then what. "Princess Selene had been attacked just before my shift started." He finally said after some time.


Usagi entered the first-class dining hall looking out for Rose. But, she hadn't seen anyone as of yet. It was still early after all, and many passengers simply lingered about desending the grand staircase, a majority of them in pairs. Usagi looking completely out of place despite the fact she now wore clothing that blended more with her station and the current time period. Her mind kept flashing back to that conversation she had overheard between Captain Smith and Bruce Ismay. And, what she could gather, Ismay wasn't a very well-liked man.

Usagi's eyes continued to dart around looking for anyone she knew or recognized, but aside from Jack and Molly she didn't know anyone by name that she could talk to. Even her sister would be a welcome sight right about now, but not even she could be found. Her thoughts drifted back to her sister, and all she could think about was how much anger the girl carried with her. Personally Usagi felt Kayla blamed her for being in her current condition, but a part of her knew that wasn't true. But, if Kayla was angry, she had a right to be about one thing at least. Usagi was the reason why she, or none of the other senshi could find peace. But, that begged another question.

How did she survive the battle against chaos when her senshi gave their lives directly in front of her eyes? Then she remembered she didn't see Kayla among those fighting. She wasn't on the battle field that day. A tear ran unchecked down Usagi's check as the realization struck her. Anger flashed in her eyes as she felt if anyone was selfish it was Kayla, but should she just leave her to die? Or, did Kayla remember and was going to leave before it sunk so that she nor Usagi would be witness to the tradgy that would unfold. So many lives lost, and Kayla would it all remain.

Usagi decided not to let her anger show. Instead she intended to enjoy dinner. And, was actually thankful that Kayla wasn't there. Knowing her she wouldn't attend anyway. She could perhaps avoid another argument. Usagi could see Jack waiting at the stairs hoping Rose would show soon. Cal had already arrived with Rose's mother, Ruth on his arm. He saw Usagi and slowly approached her. "Care for an escort?" he said in his sweetest tone. "Its improper for an unwed woman to come unescorted."

Usagi glared hard at him and hissed at him like a snake. Her eyes blazed trying and wishing she could shoot daggers from her sockets. "Go to hell." She muttered in Japanese and turned away from him going down another set of steps that led to a lower deck. She screamed a few seconds later when in her anger she landed face first on the bottom of the stairs Lucky for her, her cloths covered her almost completely. Barrowed stalking hid the exposed leg when her skirts rode up which Usagi couldn't have been more thankful for at that very moment.

She could sware people were stairing at her and no doubt she'd be the butt of many jokes tonight. The idea of it all made her want to turn tale and run, but would she get another chance to talk to Rose? She supposed not and she had to take what ever chance she could get. Kayla would eventually catch up with her and fallow through on her threat… maybe… To this Usagi couldn't be sure. But, was it worth the risk? Picking herself up from the floor she wondered into the dining room unescorted.

Standing there Usagi looked like a lost puppy, with people stopping to stair or make the occasional rude comment. But, in the end all of this would be well worth it. She could clear her conscious And, that would be that. She then could set to work on the task of stopping the ship from speeding up. Something that could prove to be the most difficult.

Finding a seat Usagi looked around. She had been bold in her choice, but it had proven to benefit her. The only thing she was beside Ruth who didn't like her, but had her mind on something else. Once everyone was seated Ruth turned her attention on Jack. "Why not tell us about the accommodations in steerage Mr. Dawson. I hear they are quite good on this ship."

'Best I've seen ma'm, hardly any rats." Jack replied not the least bit phased by the comments.

"Mr. Dawson is joining us from the third-class. He was of some assistance to my fiancé last night." Cal spoke up to clarify to the other members of the table, which consisted of Molly Brown and Tomas Andrews. Among some of their friends.

"Yeah, if it wasn't for him she wouldn't be here." Usagi muttered causing Cal to send a glare in her direction. Despite this she decided to keep talking. "So Rose, was it Cal, or me that caused you to want to jump last night?"

Rose turned white at Usagi's words. Cal's eyes grew dark, but he kept his composure. "What was she talking about sweet pee?"

In hopes of keeping up her lie Rose looked down at her plate, "The choice was mine, and mine alone. I wanted to see how the ship worked and watch the white caps. I guess I should have been more careful."

"Don't lie to me…" Usagi snapped in Rose's direction. "Onei-sama is good at making up tall tales. So I can tell when suicide is on your mind." Usagi couldn't believe she would lie like that.

"Usagi please…. I'm not this Onei-sama I don't even know what that means. As it is, what he or she might do is none of my business. And, you should refrain from discussing such matters about him or her without them present." Rose did her best to hold her anger, but decided a change in topic was in order. But, Cal wasn't going to let things go so easily. But unlike Usagi, he wasn't going to make a fool of himself in front of everyone. Needing a change in subject Rose spoke again. "Mr. Dawson is quite the fine artist. He was kind enough to show me some of his work

Taking the much-needed change in subject, Cal spoke up keeping his calm. "I'm afraid Rose and I differ in our defenission of fine art, not to impinue your work sir."

Dinner was uneventful from that point on. Usagi kept quiet feeling she had gotten her point across, and Ruth spent a majority of the begaining trying to show Jack up and make him unliked. But, Jack had proven he could fit in quite well enough despite all attempts made to make him look like an idiot.

Once dinner had ended, Usagi left and didn't know what else to think. Perhaps she could get a chance to talk to the captain. She knew she was running out of time, a fact which bothered her greatly. She walked out and started for the bridge not caring who saw her.

"You can't be here Miss. This area is off-limits to passengers." First officer Williom Murdoch said trying to stop Usagi's approach.

"But… I…." Usagi started to say wishing she had thought things through a little more. "I need to speak to the captain." Her English was broken, but she could only pray he understood her. "Please, it's a matter of life or death."