Fly Away
Part Of That World
At Midday the next day Satine and Christian arrived in Southampton. It had taken a boat from Calais to Dover and then a train from Dover to Southampton to get them there. It was a very tiring journey and they had slept for the most of it.
As they arrived on the dock they were awed at the size of the boat. HMS Britanny towered in front of them. It's nine decks made Satine gasp. Even Christian, who had been on a lot of boats, was impressed.
'This way.' Christian commented, looking at their first class tickets. Satine nodded and took his arm. He gave a porter some money and he took their luggage to their cabin. Walking up the wooden gangplank, Satine felt like royalty but that was short-lived when an official, checking tickets, looked at her disdainfully. Satine shifted uneasily and Christian felt this. He squeezed her hand reassuringly.
As they walked through the elaborately decorated hallways Satine could feel all the people starring at her. She was grateful when they reached their cabin. It was very tasteful with cream walls and beautiful framed pictures. Next to the door was a small bathroom with a toilet, sink and bath in. To the other side was the wardrobe. A wooden desk and chair were to the farside and between that and the bathroom wall was the four-poster bed. Two chairs were opposite the bed with a mirror in between. Along the wall was a door, leading out to their private balcony.
There was a knock at the door. Christian opened it to reveal the porter with their luggage. Christian thanked him and took the two suitcases and box from in. He stowed them neatly at the end of the bed and went to join Satine who had lain down. Her eyes were closed. Christian softly kissed her cheek. Her eyes opened and she focused them on him. She smiled softly.
'Hey.' She said softly.
'Hey, how are you feeling?' He murmured, gazing into her eyes. She closed them momentarily and then opened them.
'Tired.' She admitted. Christian nodded and kissed her on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered closed and Christian gently got off the bed. He knelt down at the end of the bed and opened the box with his typewriter in. Gingerly he took it out and set it down on the desk. Putting some paper in, he began to write.
Satine started to fall into a deep slumber as she listened to the soft, rhythmic clacking of Christian's typewriter.
'So, anyway, I told him...'
'...I can't believe he said that!'
'I know it's....' A muffled conversation was being held outside. Satine strained to listen, a habit that she really must get out of. Then a third voice joined in.
'Do you mind? That is my brother you are talking about.' Satine sat bolt upright. Christian looked around.
'What is it?' He asked, worriedly. He moved to sit next to her. She held her finger up to her lips. Slowly, she moved off the bed and towards the door. She opened it and saw two women and a man. They were obviously from Third Class. Satine wasn't usually prejudice but by the way they were dressed she could tell that they definitely weren't from First. The man turned around and his face broke into a grin.
'Hey! It's true then. I heard you were on here.' The women turned around and their faces also had big smiles on them. Satine glanced up the corridor. A member of staff was coming their way. Knowing what would happen, she quickly ushered them inside.
The man let out a low whistle. 'Wow, this is amazing.'
'I'll say.' A woman agreed. They stood akwardly by the door and Satine brushed past.
'Christian, these are my friends from England before I moved to France.' She took hold of his arm and dragged him foward. 'This is Carrie,' the woman with black hair, 'Edith,' the woman with red hair, 'and Vic. Guys, this is Christian.'
They shook hands. 'How did you know I was here?'
'Vic said he saw you.' Carrie sat down in one of the chairs. 'I told him that it probably wasn't you. I mean, you look so pale.'
'Yea, it's probably from being stuck up with this lot.' Edith said, mockingly putting her nose in the air. 'Biggest bunch of snobs ever.'
'Sshh, Edith.' Vic said, glancing over at Christian.
'It's ok, I don't care what you think.' A trumpet blasted. 'It's time for dinner. Well, it was good meeting you.' Christian showed the three of them the door.
'Satine, we must catch up again.' Vic said. Satine nodded and the three of them disappeared from sight.
Dinner was terrible. Well, it was as far as Satine was concerned. Everything she said was sneered down at and by the end of it she felt the size of a mouse. Christian, on the other hand, was having a great time. He was laughing along with their jokes and everyone latched onto his every word. This made Satine even more miserable and couldn't wait to get out of there. Finally, dessert was finished. Satine stood up.
'Excuse me.' She said and hurried out of there. Christian smiled apologetically and went after her. He managed to catch her up when they reached their cabin.
'What's wrong?'
'Go back to them, that's where you belong.'
'I belong with you. You belong with me. You belong up there.' Satine sat down on the end of the bed. Christian sat next to her. 'Look, it doesn't matter where you belong, just as long as you are with me.'
Look at this stuff
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl
The girl who has ev'rything?
Look at this trove
Treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Lookin' around here you'd think
(Sure) she's got everything
I've got gadgets and gizmos aplenty
I've got whozits and whatzits galore
(You want thingamabobs?
I got twenty)But who cares?
No big deal
I want more
Satine got off the bed and walked out onto the balcony. She gazed up at the stars and then turned back to Christian.
I wanna be where the people are
I wanna see
Wanna see 'em dancin'
Walkin' around on those
(Whad'ya call 'em?) oh - feet
Flippin' your fins you don't get too far
Legs are required for jumpin', dancin'
Strollin' along down a
(What's that word again?) street
Up where they walk
Up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free
Wish I could be
Part of that world
Christian came up to her and brought her into a hug. She broke away and stared at him before heading over to the other end of the balcony.
What would I give
If I could live
Outta these waters?
What would I pay
To spend a day
Warm on the sand?
Betcha on land
They understand
Bet they don't reprimand their daughters
Bright young women
Sick o' swimmin'
Ready to stand
Walking back into the cabin she picked up the nearest book and handed it to him.
And ready to know what the people know
Ask 'em my questions
And get some answers
What's a fire and why does it
(What's the word?) burn?
When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love
Love to explore that shore up above?
Out of the sea
Wish I could be
Part of that world
She leant against the wall and slid to the ground. Above her, she heard laughing. She buried her head in her arms and began to sob.
Part Of That World
At Midday the next day Satine and Christian arrived in Southampton. It had taken a boat from Calais to Dover and then a train from Dover to Southampton to get them there. It was a very tiring journey and they had slept for the most of it.
As they arrived on the dock they were awed at the size of the boat. HMS Britanny towered in front of them. It's nine decks made Satine gasp. Even Christian, who had been on a lot of boats, was impressed.
'This way.' Christian commented, looking at their first class tickets. Satine nodded and took his arm. He gave a porter some money and he took their luggage to their cabin. Walking up the wooden gangplank, Satine felt like royalty but that was short-lived when an official, checking tickets, looked at her disdainfully. Satine shifted uneasily and Christian felt this. He squeezed her hand reassuringly.
As they walked through the elaborately decorated hallways Satine could feel all the people starring at her. She was grateful when they reached their cabin. It was very tasteful with cream walls and beautiful framed pictures. Next to the door was a small bathroom with a toilet, sink and bath in. To the other side was the wardrobe. A wooden desk and chair were to the farside and between that and the bathroom wall was the four-poster bed. Two chairs were opposite the bed with a mirror in between. Along the wall was a door, leading out to their private balcony.
There was a knock at the door. Christian opened it to reveal the porter with their luggage. Christian thanked him and took the two suitcases and box from in. He stowed them neatly at the end of the bed and went to join Satine who had lain down. Her eyes were closed. Christian softly kissed her cheek. Her eyes opened and she focused them on him. She smiled softly.
'Hey.' She said softly.
'Hey, how are you feeling?' He murmured, gazing into her eyes. She closed them momentarily and then opened them.
'Tired.' She admitted. Christian nodded and kissed her on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered closed and Christian gently got off the bed. He knelt down at the end of the bed and opened the box with his typewriter in. Gingerly he took it out and set it down on the desk. Putting some paper in, he began to write.
Satine started to fall into a deep slumber as she listened to the soft, rhythmic clacking of Christian's typewriter.
'So, anyway, I told him...'
'...I can't believe he said that!'
'I know it's....' A muffled conversation was being held outside. Satine strained to listen, a habit that she really must get out of. Then a third voice joined in.
'Do you mind? That is my brother you are talking about.' Satine sat bolt upright. Christian looked around.
'What is it?' He asked, worriedly. He moved to sit next to her. She held her finger up to her lips. Slowly, she moved off the bed and towards the door. She opened it and saw two women and a man. They were obviously from Third Class. Satine wasn't usually prejudice but by the way they were dressed she could tell that they definitely weren't from First. The man turned around and his face broke into a grin.
'Hey! It's true then. I heard you were on here.' The women turned around and their faces also had big smiles on them. Satine glanced up the corridor. A member of staff was coming their way. Knowing what would happen, she quickly ushered them inside.
The man let out a low whistle. 'Wow, this is amazing.'
'I'll say.' A woman agreed. They stood akwardly by the door and Satine brushed past.
'Christian, these are my friends from England before I moved to France.' She took hold of his arm and dragged him foward. 'This is Carrie,' the woman with black hair, 'Edith,' the woman with red hair, 'and Vic. Guys, this is Christian.'
They shook hands. 'How did you know I was here?'
'Vic said he saw you.' Carrie sat down in one of the chairs. 'I told him that it probably wasn't you. I mean, you look so pale.'
'Yea, it's probably from being stuck up with this lot.' Edith said, mockingly putting her nose in the air. 'Biggest bunch of snobs ever.'
'Sshh, Edith.' Vic said, glancing over at Christian.
'It's ok, I don't care what you think.' A trumpet blasted. 'It's time for dinner. Well, it was good meeting you.' Christian showed the three of them the door.
'Satine, we must catch up again.' Vic said. Satine nodded and the three of them disappeared from sight.
Dinner was terrible. Well, it was as far as Satine was concerned. Everything she said was sneered down at and by the end of it she felt the size of a mouse. Christian, on the other hand, was having a great time. He was laughing along with their jokes and everyone latched onto his every word. This made Satine even more miserable and couldn't wait to get out of there. Finally, dessert was finished. Satine stood up.
'Excuse me.' She said and hurried out of there. Christian smiled apologetically and went after her. He managed to catch her up when they reached their cabin.
'What's wrong?'
'Go back to them, that's where you belong.'
'I belong with you. You belong with me. You belong up there.' Satine sat down on the end of the bed. Christian sat next to her. 'Look, it doesn't matter where you belong, just as long as you are with me.'
Look at this stuff
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl
The girl who has ev'rything?
Look at this trove
Treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Lookin' around here you'd think
(Sure) she's got everything
I've got gadgets and gizmos aplenty
I've got whozits and whatzits galore
(You want thingamabobs?
I got twenty)But who cares?
No big deal
I want more
Satine got off the bed and walked out onto the balcony. She gazed up at the stars and then turned back to Christian.
I wanna be where the people are
I wanna see
Wanna see 'em dancin'
Walkin' around on those
(Whad'ya call 'em?) oh - feet
Flippin' your fins you don't get too far
Legs are required for jumpin', dancin'
Strollin' along down a
(What's that word again?) street
Up where they walk
Up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free
Wish I could be
Part of that world
Christian came up to her and brought her into a hug. She broke away and stared at him before heading over to the other end of the balcony.
What would I give
If I could live
Outta these waters?
What would I pay
To spend a day
Warm on the sand?
Betcha on land
They understand
Bet they don't reprimand their daughters
Bright young women
Sick o' swimmin'
Ready to stand
Walking back into the cabin she picked up the nearest book and handed it to him.
And ready to know what the people know
Ask 'em my questions
And get some answers
What's a fire and why does it
(What's the word?) burn?
When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love
Love to explore that shore up above?
Out of the sea
Wish I could be
Part of that world
She leant against the wall and slid to the ground. Above her, she heard laughing. She buried her head in her arms and began to sob.
