I posted two chapters for you guys! (Ch 8 & 9) :)
I'm changing the story rating to M (just in case). I don't want to rush anything, which can be difficult, considering Flynn knows Lucy's future (and Wyatt's future). Wyatt and Rufus will play bigger roles in the next chapter, I promise!
Also, there are some small references to the Titanic (movie), so I apologize in advance if you haven't see it. Just a quick summary of the important parts: Jack takes Rose dancing in the lower levels of the ship, he sketches her nude, and they also have some fun in the back of a car in the cargo room. Jack dies in the freezing cold water, but Rose lives.
I don't own anything.
Chapter 9
The next day, Flynn spent the majority of his time talking to Isidor Straus in the smoking lounge. Lucy went to the reading lounge, and spent some time with Ida Straus. Just after lunch, Léontine Aubart strolled into the reading lounge trying to find Ida and Lucy. Once she spotted them in the corner, she strutted over to them showing off her tight dress.
"Hello ladies!" she said in a thick accent. "Ben is busy having drinks with the engineer of the ship. I thought I would spend some time with my new friends!"
"Well, of course, dear. We were just talking about Pride and Prejudice," the older woman said.
"Is that a book?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's a love story written by Jane Austen," Lucy said, feeling more confident around Léontine today than she did last night.
"Oh, a love story," Léontine said, "what is it about?"
"Um–well, it's basically about a woman who didn't want to be arranged into a marriage. She wanted to fall in love before getting married. At the beginning of the book she practically hated this man, Mr. Darcy, but at the end they fall in love and get married," Lucy explained.
"Well that seems kind of boring," Léontine said. Lucy held in her anger, this is my favorite book, she thought. If she thinks this is boring, what does she consider interesting? The women leaned in closer to Lucy. "Why don't we talk about your husband? He is so handsome. Where did you find him?" Lucy's eyes went wide, and Ida's jaw fell open. What the hell? She flirted with my 'husband' last night, and now she expects me to tell her details about our life. Ida got over her initial shock, and looked to Lucy expectantly.
"Uh–I, um, I didn't find him," Lucy started, trying to think of a romantic story. "Um, Garcia came to one of my guest lectures at Georgetown University." Léontine leaned forward, hoping for juicy details. "And, um…Not many people showed up to it. Mainly because I'm a woman, and not many people like to go to lectures about the western expansion the United States."
"Oh my, how many people were there?" Ida asked.
"The room held a hundred and fifty seats, but only about twenty people showed up," Lucy said. "It was my second guest lecture, and I was so nervous. But Garcia was there, and he stayed the whole time, unlike other people. He even clapped at the end, which was very sweet." Both women smiled at that. "Garcia came up to me after my lecture and said he really enjoyed it. I think he felt bad for me, so he asked me to dinner."
"And?" Léontine asked, she almost seemed desperate to know more. "Then what? When did you two get married?"
"We got married about a year after that."
"That is very sweet," Ida said, smiling.
"Yes, it is very sweet," Léontine added. "Can I ask you a personal question?" Lucy gave her a confused look, but nodded. The woman licked her lips, and leaned in closer to the two women. "How is he in bed?"
"What?" Lucy asked, shock written all over her face. Ida, who is very old-fashioned, looked like she was about to faint.
"Miss Aubart! That is very inappropriate to ask," Ida scolded. Lucy kept quiet, hoping the singer would retract her question. Léontine rolled her eyes at the older woman, and looked back over to Lucy expectantly.
"So how is he?" she asked again. Lucy felt anger boiling up inside. "He is very attractive, I'm sure he is enjoyable to be with," Léontine continued.
"That is none of your business," Lucy snapped. Who the hell does she think she is?
"Oh, I see. You are getting defensive about it. Have you two been having issues lately? You seemed tense at dinner last night," the singer said, smirking. Lucy felt her whole face go red, both with anger and embarrassment. Luckily Ida stepped into the conversation.
"Leave, now!" the older woman said sharply. "Leave now or I'll tell Mr. Guggenheim about your inappropriate questions. I'm sure he would be angry to hear his mistress is lusting after another man." Léontine narrowed her eyes at the woman.
"Fine," she said, standing up to leave. The singer strolled out of the room, slamming the door behind her. There were a few women that looked over at Ida and Lucy, but eventually went back to their conversations.
"Thank you," Lucy said quietly.
"It is okay dear, she was just jealous of you…I've never really like that woman. I truthfully don't want to see her ever again," she said patting Lucy's hand. "Don't worry about it, I'll tell my husband what happened. I'm sure we won't be having dinner with Mr. Guggenheim and his mistress tonight, so perhaps you and Mr. Dawson would like to join us instead?"
"Yes, that sounds lovely," Lucy said with a smile.
"Well let's get back to literature. Hopefully we won't get rudely interrupted again," Ida said. They spend the next few hours discussing various books and authors, including Jane Austen, Edgar Allan Poe, William Shakespeare, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. An hour before six, they went their separate ways to get ready for dinner. Flynn was cleaning up the couch when Lucy got back.
"What are you doing?" she asked, closing the door.
"Isidor promised to have dinner with other people tonight. So they are coming over after dinner tonight. We can't let them see that I sleep on the couch."
"Oh…okay," Lucy said. "By the way, we are having dinner with them tonight." Flynn stopped everything he was doing.
"What? No we aren't. Did you not just hear what I said?"
"Ida had a…falling out with Léontine Aubart earlier today. She said she refuses to eat with Mr. Guggenheim as long as he is with that woman," Lucy said, purposely trying to conceal what really happened.
"Well, that's great," Flynn said. "What happened?"
"Ida found out Léontine was attempting to cheat on Guggenheim," Lucy stated. It's technically not a lie, she thought.
"Well that works out great," Flynn said, finishing up with the couch.
Lucy made her way to the bedroom and laid out her red dress on the bed. This is it…this is the night the Titanic sinks…Ida and Isidor are very sweet, I hope we save them. But I don't know if I want to get them involved in all this, Lucy thought, slipping on her dress. She spent more time than usual on her hair and makeup. Flynn knocked on the door like usual, asking if she was ready.
"Yes, almost done," she said, looking in the mirror one last time. Wow, I look good…maybe even comparable to Rose. She smiled at herself in the mirror and made her way to the door. Flynn looked over as she walked out. His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly plastered a neutral expression on his face.
"Finally, what took you so long? We are going to be late," he said, holding out his arm for her.
"I have to look good for my last night on the Titanic," she said, taking his arm.
"Yes, I can tell," he said, closing the door behind them. "I see that Mason Industries picked out your dresses from the movie."
"Yes, they did," she stated. What is he getting at?
"I hope you're not expecting me to sketch a picture of you in the nude," he smirked. "I've never really been good at drawing." Lucy felt her face go red, but she couldn't keep herself from smiling.
"That's too bad," she quipped.
"I can dance though, and I can also do…well you know, other stuff," he added. Lucy stopped breathing at that comment, did he just say what I think he said? Oh my god, is he referring to the car scene? Her face felt hot, and she was suddenly hyperaware of her arm in his. He is joking, right?... Do I want him to be joking?
As they walked into the dining saloon, Lucy felt the tension ease between her and Flynn. Ida and Isidor were there, along with another couple, John Jacob Astor and his pregnant wife. Dinner went much better for Lucy this time, she enjoyed spending time with Ida and John Astor's wife. But the conversation became awkward when the topic of children came up. She watched in the corner of her eye as Flynn went rigid in his chair. He is probably thinking about his daughter, she thought. Lucy put her hand on his leg, trying to console him without anyone else noticing. She kept her answer quick and simple, saying they were planning on having a child next year. To Flynn's relief, Ida changed the subject to her older children that are living in New York.
Right when Lucy was going to remove her hand, she felt Flynn's hand on top of hers. He lightly rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. She tried her best to keep her face neutral, but she couldn't control the pink tinge on her cheeks. She only had a couple bites of dessert left, so she finished eating with her left hand. He has to be able to feel my heart racing, she thought. Flynn removed his hand from hers after John Astor and his wife stood up to leave. The couple said their goodbyes and left the dining saloon. That left Lucy, Flynn, and Mr. and Mrs. Straus at the table.
"So, are you still up for wine at our place?" Flynn asked.
"Yes. Yes, we are," Isidor said.
Back at Flynn and Lucy's room, Ida and Isidor were sitting on the couch. Lucy was sitting in one of the two armchairs facing them. She tapped her foot against leg of the chair, nervous to ask them about Rittenhouse. Flynn handed everyone a glass of wine, and sat down in the other armchair.
"So, there is a reason why we invited you and your wife here," Flynn said.
"We think the two of you are very nice, and we know you are both really good people. That is why we are coming to you," Lucy added. They both seemed confused by what was happening.
"There is a group," Flynn continued, "a group called Rittenhouse." Isidor leaned back in his seat and folded his arms.
"I don't associate myself with them," he stated.
"Yes, I know. That is why we like you," Flynn said. "You know that I work for the government…I know what these people are capable of doing. They killed my family…the family I had before meeting Lucy. They killed my wife and young daughter point blank. I want to stop Rittenhouse, and I want you to help me."
"I am sorry they did that to you," Isidor said, "But you have to understand. If I involve myself, they will do the same to my family."
"How do you know they aren't already planning to do that to your family?" Flynn asked. Isidor considered what he said.
"What exactly do you need my help with?" he asked. Flynn leaned forward to grab the notepad and pen from the coffee table.
"I need names, dates, and descriptions of all interactions you've had with Rittenhouse members."
"What are you going to do to the people I name?" he asked. Lucy sat quietly drinking her wine, watching the exchange. Don't be stupid Flynn, she thought to herself.
"It depends," Flynn stated.
"Will you kill them?"
"Maybe…Maybe not. I will not kill the good ones," Flynn said, taking a sip of wine. Lucy decided to join in.
"If you don't feel comfortable giving us names, that's okay. Just, is there anything you can tell us about the inner workings of Rittenhouse? Or who their leader is right now?" Lucy asked. Flynn clenched his jaw in irritation, he didn't want to go easy on them.
"Rittenhouse is much worse than you would expect. I'm assuming you're not very high up in the government, because if you were, you would be scared right now. They have control of everyone, and everything… Some of our presidents have been life-long members of Rittenhouse, all the other ones were forced to join. I've done some time as a congressman, and I know for a fact that most of congress has ties to Rittenhouse." Isidor paused, deciding if he should continue. "From what I know, the current leaders are JP Morgan and Rothschild…some of their popular members are Rockefeller, Carnegie, Edison, Ford, and almost anyone with a high position in the government."
"So, our government, including our presidents have been controlled by Rittenhouse?" Lucy asked, astonished that Rittenhouse is that powerful. Flynn remained silent, staring off into the distance.
"Yes, and it's not even just the United States government, they have control of all governments around the world…From the bits and pieces I've heard, they are planning a war, a war like this world has never seen before. If you plan on stopping them, you need much more than two people and some guns," Isidor explained. Everyone went silent, allowing the information to soak in.
"I didn't think it was quite that bad," Flynn admitted. Lucy glanced over at him, if Flynn thinks this is bad, it must be really bad. If Isidor is right, Rittenhouse is planning on starting World War I, and not long after World War II…this is much worse than I would have ever expected…
"This is something you don't want to mess with… Now if you'll excuse us, I don't feel comfortable speaking about this any longer," he said, standing up from the couch. His wife followed suit. "Good luck with your future endeavors."
"Please, is there anything else you can tell us, information? advice? anything?" Lucy asked desperately, following them to the door. She glanced back at Flynn who was still sitting in his chair, staring off into the distance.
"Don't get involved…Once they figure out you're an enemy, they will stop at nothing to kill you and your families. I've learned to keep my distance," he said, opening the door.
"Please stay safe," Ida said, walking out the door, "And listen to my husband. He's been dealing with these people for over thirty years." Lucy nodded her head in understanding, and watched as the older couple walked down the hallway. She closed the door and slumped into her chair, letting out a deep breath. Flynn didn't move from his spot. He stared at the couch thinking about what had just occurred.
"Was that enough information?" Lucy asked. "They seem to know a lot…are we going to try to save them?"
"Yes, we need to try…" Flynn said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Rittenhouse runs deeper than originally I thought….I'm going to need to adjust my plan."
"I hope you realize that killing Rittenhouse would completely change our future. If Isidor was right, Rittenhouse could have been involved in almost every political decision around the world since the year 1800. If we change that, all of us would be erased from history." Lucy said.
"I know! Just let me think," he said, standing up to walk into the bedroom. He came back with his bag in hand. He took out Lucy's journal and read through it as he paced by the window. Lucy watched him, curious what he is thinking.
"Can you tell me about my journal now?" she asked.
"No! Just be quiet, I need to think," he said, irritation in his voice.
"Fine," she said, folding her arms over her chest. She didn't really want to go to bed, so she moved herself over to the couch and laid down. She checked the clock on the wall, it's 10:15, that gives us less than two hours before the iceberg hits. What the hell am I going to do for two hours, she thought. She got up and found the old copy of Pride and Prejudice that Ida let her borrow. Lucy laid back down on the couch and tried to read, but she couldn't concentrate. After every sentence, she would look up to watch Flynn as he paced back and forth.
She gave up after reading two pages. She tossed the book on the coffee table, and shifted herself into a more comfortable position on the couch. As much as I love this dress, it is very uncomfortable to lay in. Flynn was still in his tuxedo from dinner, and his hair was still neatly combed back, aside from a single strand of hair that fell in front of his eyes. Lucy resisted the urge to walk over to him and push it back. She watched him as he paced the room, entranced by his movements. His eyes frantically moving back and forth, scanning each page of her diary. He is oddly attractive when he's like this…she thought. Lucy got a strange feeling in her chest, knowing that he seeks out her writing in times of crisis. It wasn't long before her eyelids became heavy, but her fear for drowning kept her wide awake.
Flynn finally stopped pacing and sat in the arm chair across from the couch. He ran his fingers through his hair, which caused more strands to come loose. He noticed Lucy was staring at him, but didn't seem to mind.
"We have about fourty-five minutes left," he said, and Lucy sat up to adjust herself.
"What are we going to do until then?"
"We need to talk" he stated. Lucy didn't know if she should be worried or not.
"About?"
"Rittenhouse…and us," he said. Lucy waited quietly for him to continue. This is going to be interesting. "I'm assuming you understood the implications of what Isidor said, right?"
"About Rittenhouse purposely starting the World Wars? Yes, I got that part."
"Your future self does not write about everything. You leave some stuff unsaid, which means I have to make assumptions…And I think I underestimated Rittenhouse's power…After reading through your journal again, I've realized how difficult this is going to be…" Lucy waited with baited breath, what is he saying? Is he going to give up? She leaned forward in her seat. "I need to know Lucy, are you in? or are you out? Everything from here on out depends entirely on you…I can't do this without you."
"I–um…" Lucy started, she was in shock. He can't do this without me? It all depends on me? Why couldn't it be some other history professor? She cleared her throat and looked down at her hands, thinking. I would have to betray Wyatt and Rufus…and what about my sister? She heard Flynn get up and sit next to her on the couch, signaling that he needs an answer now. "W–w ill my sister come back? If I join you, will we find a way to bring her back?" she asked, still looking over at him.
"Yes, she will eventually come back, and she will be living happily….but she will not remember you."
"What do you mean?" Lucy asked, looking up at him. Do I get erased from history?
"I can't tell you yet… I need to know that you are in this," he said. It took her a while to respond. Amy will be back…If I join him, Amy will come back and she will be living happily. Flynn glanced at his pocket watch, realizing they only have about thirty minutes left until the iceberg hits. He stood up and paced behind the couch, this is taking too long…which is not a good sign, he thought.
"What about Wyatt and Rufus?" she asked, and Flynn felt his heart drop. I should have seen this coming, he thought. She won't be willing to leave them yet…I may need to tell her the truth...
"Wyatt is going to turn on you once he finds out your father was responsible for Jessica's death," he said, still pacing behind the couch. "And Rufus…he is going to be stuck in the middle, trying to decide which friend he wants to support." Lucy didn't say anything, she kept quiet, not taking her eyes from the carpet. Lucy had no idea what to choose. She feels like she has to choose between her sister and her friends. Her heart is telling her to trust Flynn, but her brain is telling her otherwise. He is planning on murdering people….and he is going to expect me to help him… But then again, I have this inexplicable feeling that I can trust him…
Lucy stood up suddenly, and walked over the window, unable to remain sitting. Flynn slowly walked over to stand behind her, but he made sure to kept his distance. He checked his pocket watch, they only had about fifteen minutes left. Lucy had no idea what to choose, If I choose to work with Flynn, Wyatt would turn against me. Do I really want to do that? As much as I love him, I have a feeling he is going to turn against me not matter what I do. We are going to have to eventually tell him that my father killed his wife…no one gets over something like that… It took her a while, but she eventually made up her mind. Lucy turned around, prepared to tell Flynn her decision.
He walked closer to her, looking down at her expectantly. This is it, he thought. This is the moment I find out the truth. If she says yes, she is the same Lucy that wrote this journal, if she says no… He didn't want to think of that possibility. I don't know what I would do if I don't have her. She was the only one there when I lost my family, and she was the only one that gave me something to live for. If she says no, I don't know what I would do…Lucy gave him a small smile before answering. That is a good sign, he thought.
"I'm in," she said. "But…I have some conditions, like–" Flynn leaned forward and kissed her before she could finish. He didn't care what her conditions were, he only cared about having her. It took her a few seconds to get over the initial shock of being kissed. It was softer this time, with more emotion on Flynn's part. Lucy went along with it, not realizing how much this meant to him. Flynn deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to move with hers. She leaned her head back, giving him better access. He entangled his fingers in her hair, she has no idea how long I've been waiting for this, he thought.
Flynn gently guided her back to the wall next to the window, and pushed his body up against hers. He could have sworn he heard her let out a soft moan. He let his other hand wander down her side. One of her hands moved up his back and into his hair and she grinded herself against him. Flynn couldn't control the moan that escaped his mouth. As he moved his hand over to cup her breast, they felt a tremor through the wall. They paused, waiting to see if it was their imaginations or not. Flynn pulled back abruptly when they felt another tremor in the floor and the wall.
"We need to go. We have less than two hours to get the raft out and convince the Straus's to come with us," Flynn said, suddenly in work mode again.
"What do we do first?" she asked, thrown off guard by everything that had just happened.
"Get some warm clothes. Only bring the stuff that's important," he said, sitting a brief case on the table and opening it to show an instant inflatable raft. He shoved Lucy's journal and some historical documents into the brief case and shut it. Lucy ran into the bedroom and picked out the warmest coat she could find. She looked down at her feet, I'm going to need some warm socks. She slipped on her large fur coat and went through Flynn's luggage. She pulled out a coat for him, and grabbed a few pairs of socks. Lucy shoved the socks into her coat and walked back into the living room to hand Flynn his coat.
"Are you ready?" Lucy asked, feeling more nervous than she needed to be. All I can think of is that time I was trapped in my car…I couldn't imagine the horrible feeling of being trapped in a ship while drowning…
"Yes, let's go find them. The faster we get off this ship the better," he said walking toward the door. Lucy surveyed the room, making sure they didn't leave anything important. She spotted the book Ida gave her, and grabbed it before following Flynn out into the hallway. She asked Flynn to put it in the suit case for her. He seemed confused why she wanted to keep and old battered book, but put it in the briefcase without comment. They walked down the hallway, and people were standing in their pajamas, asking what was going on.
"Hey, where are you two going? Do you know what happened?" one guy asked them.
"We are going to ask the captain right now," Flynn said. He grabbed Lucy's hand before quickly turning a corner.
"Do you know where their room is?" she whispered.
"Yes, hopefully they didn't already leave their room."
They turned another corner and Flynn stopped in front of a door that had 'A-2' on it. He knocked firmly, waiting for an answer. After a few seconds, he knocked again. Isidor was the one to open the door.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"We need to talk now," Flynn said. Isidor went to close the door.
"Mr. Straus, please let us help you," Lucy said. He left the door open slightly, and narrowed his eyes at them.
"Help me with what?"
"The ship just hit by an iceberg," Flynn whispered, glancing over at the people wandering the hallways. "We don't want to cause a panic, but we think the ship may sink."
"Will you please let us in?" Lucy asked. Isidor hesitated, but opened the door and stepped back to let them in. They walked into a living room that looked similar to theirs.
"So, the ship is sinking? I thought it was designed to be indestructible," Isidor said. Ida came in through the bedroom door, confused about what was going on.
"I looked at the engineering drawings," Flynn said. "It is not indestructible."
"What do we do? Are their enough lifeboats for everyone?" Ida asked, worry in her voice.
"No, there isn't," Flynn said. "But I brought one with me that is inflatable. I can get us out of here in no time."
"No, absolutely not," Isidor said. "We must help everyone get off the ship safely."
"That's the problem, a lot of people are probably going to die. There is no way we can save everyone. We must leave now," Flynn explained, irritation in his voice.
"But the children, we can't let the children die. We must get them off safely," Ida said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"We'll help you," Lucy said. "If you want, we can go to the deck now, and we can help get the children into lifeboats and lifejackets." Ida looked over to her husband, and he nodded.
"I'll go get our coats," she said. Flynn let out a sigh of relief.
It didn't take long for them to make it to the deck. People were gradually filtering out, confusion written on all of their faces. The lifeboats were slowly being prepared, and a few men were going around handing out lifejackets, saying 'Just in case, put on a life jacket'. Do they not know that the ship is sinking? Lucy thought. Flynn looked down at his pocket watch, they had an hour and a half until the ship is underwater. He grabbed Lucy's hand and walked her over the edge. She looked over the railing and noticed that the water is farther up than it usually is. Isidor and Ida came over and looked over the railing. Ida gasped, and stepped back.
"We need to help these people, now!" she said to her husband. "They have no idea what's going on."
"Come on, I'll help you find the life jackets, we can start passing them around," Lucy said. The two men followed behind them. They found a room full of life jackets, and they all grabbed a handful to pass around to people. As they crowd became larger, the life jacket supply eventually dwindled to nothing. Flynn checked his pocket watch again, they had less than an hour left. There were already a few lifeboats in the water, and they were carrying below the maximum. The men at the lifeboats were calling for all women and children, and Lucy felt her heart break. This is it, this is when the panic is going to set in. Ida refused to leave her husband. They promised to help board people until the end. Lucy helped Ida and Isidor search around for lost children, and helped them into the lifeboats.
Flynn was left standing by himself, continuously checked his pocket watch. It's 1:45, the ship will be underwater in thirty-five minutes….where the hell are they at? People were swarming the deck, and Flynn couldn't see anything. He began walking through the crowds of people, trying to find Lucy and the Straus's. That is when he felt the front of the ship gradually lowering…this is not good. He searched frantically for Lucy, suitcase in hand. He finally spotted her. She was helping a pregnant woman onto one of the last life boats.
"Lucy!" he said, grabbing her arm. "We need to go, now!"
"Where are Isidor and Ida?" she asked.
"I thought they were with you?"
"No, I thought they went to go find you," she said. Flynn growled and dragged Lucy with him.
"We need to find them now. We only have ten more minutes until the front of the ship is underwater."
Lucy felt her heart pounding. She tried to control herself, not wanting to have a panic attack. People were beginning to jump off the edges, and the ship was becoming steeper and steeper. They searched the deck, and found the couple standing at the center of the boat, next to the entrance of the stairwell.
"We need to go, now," Flynn said.
"We are staying," Isidor answered.
"Please," Lucy said, feeling tears in her eyes. "Come with us. We have the last lifeboat, we can save you.
"No," Ida said. "Give our spots to someone else…We are old, we want to die knowing we were able to save other people's children" she said.
"Goodbye," Isidor said, walking past them to help more people. Ida followed behind her husband.
"Let's go, Lucy," Flynn said, "we don't have any more time to convince them." They walked hand in hand to the front of the ship. Everyone was running the other way. As they got closer to the front Lucy went off to find women that had children with them. Their raft could hold a lot more than just four people. Flynn made it to the very front of the ship, and he looked over the railing to see that the water was about five feet below the deck. He quickly took out the raft from the brief case, and carefully pulled a string to inflate it. It was large enough to hold about ten adults, but could probably handle more. Lucy came running to the front with a small group of women and children behind her. The water was now only two feet below the front of the deck. Once some of the women and children were in their raft, she quickly ran back into the crowd of people. I don't care about changing history anymore, I'm saving as many people as I can, she thought.
"Lucy!" Flynn yelled. The water was beginning to overtake the front of the ship. Flynn had one foot in the raft, the other on the deck. His foot was quickly getting soaked with water. "Lucy!" he yelled again. Lucy was busy trying to find a boy she seen earlier. He was by himself, crying by a trash can. She started to feel the ship steepen even more, I'm not leaving that boy. He is only two or three, there is no way he can swim by himself. She pushed through a few people and finally got to the trashcan. She let out a sigh of relief when she seen the young boy was still there. She picked him up and ran back to their raft as fast as possible.
It did not take long for her to make it back to the raft. Flynn was standing in water up to his knees, waiting for her. Lucy treaded into the water, trying to ignore the painful feeling of the icy cold water on her feet. Flynn helped to put the boy in the raft, and then helped Lucy in. That is when Flynn noticed the flood of people coming after them, frantically trying to get onto lifeboats. As much as he wanted to help them, their raft wouldn't be able to hold any more people. He climbed into the raft and used an oar to push them away from the deck, not wanting to get sucked down with the ship. People jumped into the water swimming after them. One man grabbed onto the side and nearly flipped the whole raft over. Flynn hit him on the head with an oar, which knocked him out. Lucy buried her face in her hands. I can't watch this…this is much worse than I expected.
She looked up when she felt the raft move. Flynn rowed them as far away as he could, and stopped when his arms got tired. Lucy was cramped into the back of the raft, sitting on the floor. The boy she saved was right next to her. When Flynn finished rowing, Lucy sat the boy in her lap for him to sit down. Flynn pulled out a pair of gloves, which reminded Lucy about the socks she stuffed into her coat. She took off her shoes and put the socks over her numb feet. She took out another pair of socks to put on the young boy's hands. He snuggled into her fur coat, and Lucy held onto him, trying to keep him warm.
They couldn't do anything except watch and wait. The front part of the ship was already underwater, while the back part of the ship halfway up into in the air. That is when it suddenly snapped, and fell back into the water, on top on hundreds of people swimming. Lucy squeezed the boy harder in to her chest, not wanting him to see what was happening. The electricity went out and they could hear screams in the distance, but there was nothing they could do to help. A couple of women in front of them started sobbing. Lucy felt a tear roll down her cheek, knowing that Isidor and Ida are probably gone. The back part of the ship gradually steepened until it was directly straight up in the air, then it began to sink. It only took a minute or two for it to completely submerge underwater.
Everyone in the raft sat in silence, shocked by what they just witnessed. Lucy had no idea why she thought this trip would be fun, it was the exact opposite. Everyone was shivering, and the children were crying. The little boy in her arms curled up into her coat. Flynn was even shivering. Lucy reached into her pocket and pulled out her last pair of socks, giving it to a mother with a baby. Flynn checked his pocket watch and leaned over to Lucy.
"It is only 2:30, we have at least two to three hours before they come pick us up," he whispered. Lucy nodded and leaned back, trying to make herself comfortable. I think this is the worst night of my life…
A/N
Thanks for reading! I've been really busy lately so I apologize if there are any errors. Let me know what you guys think. Hopefully you like the direction of the story!
Also, like I said before, this story will be not have any cliché happy endings.
