A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this! Starts immediately after the last chappy. I'd like to thank welshrose and wordsofjade for reviewing!
Isolde and Harold walked out of the pool area arm in arm. Harold led her towards the deck. The air was noticeably chillier. He noticed her shiver and placed an arm around her shoulders. It was almost two, he would have to leave by three thirty. They talked amiably about their homes. Isolde carefully avoided questions about the future, she didn't want to think about it. She wanted their time on Titanic to be worry free. They made their way about the deck for the next half hour.
Isolde suddenly noticed Shamus. He looked angry, as if in search of someone. She hid her look of shock and quickly pulled she and Harold to the railing. He looked down at her with confusion written on his face.
"Did you see that dolphin?" she asked excitedly, quick to change the subject.
Harold's mood lightened immediately, maybe he had imagined her look of fear. He searched the water with trained eyes, but no fin broke the surface.
"No," he said with a laugh, "Maybe the sea was playing tricks on you."
She simply shrugged it off, "I could have sworn I'd seen them."
"No worries," he said while placing an arm around her, "I'm sure you'll see a pod by the end of the trip."
Isolde nodded, they began walking again. Shamus far away, at least for the moment. Harold pulled her to a bench and they sat down. He looked at her with concerned eyes, his happy mood suddenly gone. He looked as if he was having a conflict with himself, unsure as if to speak or not.
"What is it?" she inquired with worry.
"Isolde," he began, now soft so no one could over hear, "I've had a bad feeling about this ship. I don't want to scare you, but I feel you should know what to do in case the worst should ever occur."
"But, Harold," she protested with a weak laugh, "If anything happened, we'd all be fine. There are life boats and jackets-" she began, but was cut off.
"No," he added with a bit more force, "There are not enough life boats. You may have a life jacket, but it won't protect you from the cold. There is a route for the stewards and crew, passengers don't know about it. I will show it to you on the way to your quarters later. If something happens, you take it till you reach top deck. You will then board the nearest life boat, do not wait.
"Harold," she began, "You're scaring me."
"Good," he said, with a nod, "I need you to know just in case."
"What if I don't reach a life boat?" she asked nervously.
Harold stopped for a moment to think, "You swim as far away from the ship as you can, until you have no strength to go on. Swim towards a life boat, they'll take you on board," he finished with a nod.
He touched her cheek. Worry was etched onto her beautiful face. She looked away towards the sea, the brilliant, yet dangerous water. Harold suddenly stood up offering his arm to her. She put a smile on just for him. He returned the gesture, but she noticed it didn't reach his eyes. They headed towards the elevator, but continued down the instead of stopping. There was a "Crew Only" door that the slipped through that led to a set of steps. When the reached to bottom, they were on "D Deck".
"They call this 'Scotland Yard'," Harold explained, "It runs the length of the ship."
He pulled her towards the stern, and went through the last door on the right. Once again, the hurried down a long flight of stairs. The reached the bottom labeled "F Deck". Isolde immediately recognized this as her own hallway. She looked at the door behind them, labeled "Crew Only." She thought it would've been locked.
Harold looked down at her with a smile, "You'll remember the route?" he inquired softly. Isolde nodded, "Good. Meet me at the stern at seven?"
"Of course," she went on her tip toes to place a kiss on his cheek, "Thank you."
"I want you to be safe," he said with a shrug, as if it were nothing. He then waved and turned to go back through the door, "Don't forget your coat!" he added over his shoulder.
Isolde let out a sigh. She smiled the entire way back to her room, but a frown suddenly appeared. Could something bad truly happen? She shook her head at the thought, Harold must be over reacting. She then looked at the swim suit in her hand, she'd have to put it away quick before anyone saw it. She entered her quarters, happy to see no one there. She set her suit in the leather case. She hurried out the room, on her way to the main bathroom. She was determined to look nice for Harold. But still, that nagging thought of the Titanic sinking plagued the back of her mind.
A/N: I'll leave it there. I hope everyone enjoyed it. I apologize for it being so short. Please review! I'm begging you! No flames though, I won't read them. Thanks!