Hi, so here is another chapter and I do hope that you enjoy, I have always enjoyed writing Helga and I really enjoyed writing her, Isabella and Rose as three young woman who had their lives turned around because they were on the Ship of Dreams.

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Some Kind Of Tomorrow

Chapter 12-Rich Boy, Poor Boy.

Fabrizio and Helga spend some time together discussing their future as they too feel a shudder run through the ship. What comes next will change their lives forever—Parallel chapter to the previous one.

Helga loved her mother. She really did, but her mother and her had reached an impasse on this voyage and it was hard to find a way past it.

The main cause of this impasse was Fabrizio. There had been no plan for the Dhal family. They had left Norway and made their way to England when Helga had been fourteen and they had lived hand to mouth in the communities there but the plan she knew had always been to go to America. America was the land that welcomed migrants and immigrants and other countries and was where dreams could be made of. Indeed most of third class seemed to be people from other countries who had different languages and cultures and ways and yet all of whom seemed to think that their fortune would be in America.

She knew that there was a small Norwegian community in North Dakota and she knew enough to know that when they arrived in America she would be expected to cement their coming to the community by marriage. She suspected that the man had already been picked out for her and that she would have little say in the matter—to be fair he probably was in the same boat too—but it did nothing to settle her nerves.

She had managed to put such things behind her but now…now…now she had Fabrizio.

He had come into her life with such joy and such colour and sparkle and light that she had been unable to stop herself. Helga had heard about love such as this but she had never experienced it, she had never even seen it. The comfortable respect and affection that existed between her mother and her father (another arranged marriage) had not prepared her for the emotions that Fabrizio inspired within her.

She loved him.

He had come onto the scene with his wide eyes and his open smile and his laugher and she could not help but feel safe with him. In fact he was the only person she did feel safe with. He was all that she wanted he was sure of that but she had no idea how to take another step forwards into the world, the life, the love that she wanted without leaving her past shattered beyond repair.

Her mother had her were at an impasse. She wanted Fabrizio and the heat and the sweat of a good man that loved her and she wanted the image that he created of New York, of the Italian communities there that did not mind an outsider coming in. Of the culture that was welcoming and the food that was hot and always fresh. She wanted children with his eyes and his smile and her blonde hair and she wanted his arms around her.

It was a dream—or so she had thought—a dream that her mother and her father would never let her live but here she was sneaking out of her bed and her cabin while both of her parents were asleep and taking her small bag with her and wondering if it was possible to get what you wanted on this The Ship of Dreams. This was Titanic, this was America, this was 1912. Surely the world was changing? Would it not be prudent for her and the rest of them the change with it?

She looked out over the glittering sea. From this position she could see dark clouds and stars and huge things in the water. She did not know what it was but she imagined it was huge monsters in the water and all sorts of other worldly creatures. In the dark it was safe to imagine anything. It was only in the morning that it all became problematic. At night the sea looked dark and glittering and alluring but it did not look dangerous.

"Helga?"

She knew who it was even without turning round and her heart lifted as she saw him. Fabrizio was dressed in his white shirt with his trousers and braces. He had not bothered with a coat and she wondered why. Perhaps it was because like he had told her that day the red-headed woman had come to see his blonde friend, that he had slept so many times exposed to the cold that it did not really bother him. She on the other hand was wrapped in her warmest shawl and still feeling slightly cold even though it was colder in Norway in winter than it was here on the deck—then again, she had not gone for a swim in that dark, glittering, dangerous water. She supposed that, that would feel significantly colder than it did in Norway even thought it had been so long since she had last been there or called it home.

"Hello—Fabrizio"

She was getting better at saying his name.

"Are you well?"

"Very well thank you, I have been thinking about what happens when we get off this ship"

He nodded. She was not sure how much of her garbled English that he had understood but she thought—she liked—to think that he understood it.

"Should not be too long now" he said taking her hand in his. "And then we will be in New York—Jack he plans to travel."

"And do you?"

"I will go to New York—see the sights and then who knows?"

Helga nodded folding her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought about what might happen if she asked the next question, the question she so desperately wanted to ask. The only thing that she had ever thought to ask since her Mama had told her that the 'Italian Boy' would not be her concern after they disembarked.

She was pulled out of her thoughts by Fabrizio who had leaned forwards to cup her face in his warm hands. How were his hands always so warm despite the cold temperatures she would never know?

"What is wrong, mi amor? You can tell me anything"

And she could couldn't she? That was why she was so in love with him. So achingly, blindingly in love with him so that her insides all but hurt. This had to be what the books and the magazine articles talked about when they talked about love? This feeling of blind trust but you knew that you were right to trust because the love that you felt was echoed back, clean and pure and soft.

"I…when I get to America, my mother wants me to be married but I do not want to marry anyone. Anyone other than…you"

Oh God have mercy on her soul! That was terrible. Helga ducked downwards trying not to look at his face and wishing for all the world that she was a the bottom of the ocean. Perhaps if she claimed she had lost control of what little English words she had he would believe her and they could carry on as if nothing had happened. As if she had not just ruined it all by speaking out loud.

"Is it different in Norway?"

"What?"

Fabrizio pulled her face up so that she could see him and she realised that he was smiling.

"I mean…where I come from the man usually does the asking?"

"Oh"

Wait what?

"Wait what?"

Fabrizio shrugged but he was beaming and his bright eyes were alight with something that she knew was love.

Love for her.

All for her.

"Do you think…that…that when this ship docks I can come off with you?" she asked.

"Yes" Fabrizio breathed. "But your Mama and Papa?"

Helga shook her head.

"It doesn't matter" she said. "Nothing matters but you and me. They can like it or they can not but nothing matters to me but you and me and the life we can live free in America"

Fabrizio kissed her then his hands sliding around her waist and into her hair pulling it askew from the neat night time braid that it was in. She found she did not mind. She did not mind at all. His mouth was gentle his tongue swiping into her mouth and she drank him in her hands finding his hair and the other one slipping around his strong shoulders and pulling him close so that she was pressed against him. She was already blushing but Helga felt like her skin was going to set alight on fire when she felt his…well…hardness pressing up against her and suddenly she was aware that all that she had learnt was in books and she knew nothing about real life or what took place between a man and a woman. This sweeping feeling of desire was completely new to her and she found that she was happy to be swept away with it though at the same time she wanted more and was utterly terrified of wanting more. It was all so completely intoxicating.

However something strange seemed to happen.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw something on the horizon and then before she could try and see what it was there was a shudder running underneath them. It was a terrible rippling and ripping kind of thing that broke them apart. The fact that the Steerage deck was so close to the bottom of the ship meant that they would feel the aftershocks and the ship gradually grew to a stop. For a moment they both stopped and then Helga saw it.

An iceberg. She had seen them before but this one was huge. It was almost as big as the ship and it was so close to them that she thought she could reach out and touch the cool ice and smell the salt coming off it. She'd had no idea that icebergs such as these existed this far into the ocean but she knew that the Atlantic was cold and deep and dark and she thought that this proved it.

"Did we hit it?" she asked Fabrizio as the huge thing went past them into the black unknowns.

"I do not know" he said looking concerned. "Perhaps we should go and find out"

Helga paused. A part of her wanted to go back and wake her Mama and Papa up, cold and distant though they might be she loved her parents and if there was a genuine danger she wanted them to be prepared. But as soon as she thought it she decided against it. This was Titanic, this was Ship of Dreams and this was the ship that everyone from Kings and Queens to Presidents and Prime Ministers had declared unsinkable.

Besides…if there was a danger then surely they would all have the chance to board the lifeboats. There were enough for them all. There had to be.

"Let us go to the top deck and see" she said.

"First class side?" Fabrizio asked his mouth quirking upwards.

Helga shrugged feeling utterly reckless and daring. She had chosen her life now and she wanted to live it. And she wanted to start living it now.

"Why not?" she said beaming. "Why should we not see it all?"

It was not what she wanted to say but she would need to continue to learn English to get across what she wanted to say. What she wanted to say was that she loved him, that she wanted to be with him and that when the ship docked she was getting off with him, and she never wanted to step below this deck again. She had her warm shawl and her books and what little valuables she possessed and she would deal with her parents as and when it came.

But she was going to live her life.

And nobody was going to stop her.

They left steerage and crept up to the deck and as Fabrizio's hand tangled in hers it was easy to forget about the iceberg they might have hit.

It was easy to forget about anything.

And like a lovesick fool she laid her head on his shoulder and wished stupidly that this night would never end.

It wouldn't.

But Helga did not know that yet.

And this entire chapter is in Helga's point of view. She deserved that much and much, much more.

And I will do my best to bring you the next chapter sooner than later.

Next Chapter-Tommy, Isabella, Fabrizio and Helga go on a desperate mission to find Jack and Rose rescuing one innocent life in the meantime. Meanwhile confronted with his own immortality Bruce Ismay contemplates his sister, her daughter and the man he once wished dead.