Hello guys! I am a new author and this is my first story on . I want to say right away that in fanfiction, some characters and moments are fictional. And also Henry Wilde will be 42 (as the actor who played the role of Chief Officer), and not 39 as in history, and he will not be married in my fanfic.

As for Harold Low, he is also not married, although according to history he married in 1913, but that's not the point. He is 30 years old.

In short, I hope you enjoy! And please do not judge the old. Happy reading!


April 6, 1912.

Time 8:40 a.m.

Reaching the office, Alfred knocked. A voice rang out and a door opened in front of him, a maid peeped out. She stepped back allowing the man to enter. Entering the office, Randall began to examine it, as he had not been in it for a long time. Dark room. An oak desk, leather armchair, long olive green curtains and one huge red rug. On both sides of the office were shelves with books on the wall.

- Alfred, good to see you! - Bruce exclaimed.

- I'm glad too, Joseph.

- Have a seat. - Ismay pointed to a chair near the table. Alfred obediently sat down. - I'm listening to you Alfred, what did you want to talk about? - Ismay asked, folding his hands in front of him.

- Joseph... - Randall began. - You know my daughter Laura, don't you? - Ismay nodded. - So, I want to marry her on someone and have already looked after one candidate from the company.

- And who is it?

- Your officer Henry Tingle Wilde. - Randall smiled. - He's not married, is he?

- Wilde? No not married. - mustachioed man arched an eyebrow. - Why exactly him? In addition to him, we have a few other good men. - the men seemed to be discussing cattle, not people.

- Are you saying that I made the wrong choice?

- No, absolutely not. Wilde is a good guy and he's a good fit for your daughter.

- Well, that's nice. I want you to talk to him. - Alfred put some paper on the table, pulling it to Ismay. Bruce leaned closer to examine the paper. It was an envelope with a check inside. - Well? We have agreed to?

- Good. I'll talk to Wilde. - taking the check and putting it in his jacket, Bruce answered.

Officer Wilde was walking slowly down the corridor of the White Star Line. The man felt unimportant. Henry knocked on the door. There was a short "Come in" and the man entered the office. Closing the door behind him, Henry saluted the Captain.

- Sir, you wanted to see me? - the man noticed that they were not alone in the office.

- Hello Henry. Yes, I called you because Mr. Ismay wanted to talk to you. - a middle-aged man with a neat gray beard smiled at Wilde. - Mr. Ismay. - he called Bruce.

- Henry, dear. - Ismay began. For some reason, Henry immediately tensed up. - You know you're one of my favorites, don't you?

- Why is this Mr. Ismay? - Wilde frowned slightly.

- Well, you know, Alfred Randall came to see me recently. I hope you know him. - Henry nodded and Bruce continued. - He's our investor, as you know. And...

- And..?

- He wants you to marry his daughter Laura.

- What?

- Look, Henry, you're not married compared to Murdoch or even Lightoller. You are a stately officer, handsome I will not lie, but not married. The years pass, Henry.

- But why?

- Unfortunately, I don't know. Henry if you marry her then Alfred will help our company even more.

- In what? - Wilde arched an eyebrow. He quickly glanced at the Captain, but he stood silent.

- In everything. Not only the company, but you, too, will benefit from this Henry. - the mustachioed man smiled. - You will become a captain. After Captain Smith sails his last voyage, you will take the rank of captain on the Titanic. - Bruce noticed how Wilde's eyes lit up at the mention of promotion.

- What do you think Henry? - Smith finally spoke up. Wilde glanced at the Captain.

- I will think. - he looked back at Ismay. - I hope that I have the right to it?

- Oh sure. Just give me an answer by April 10th, okay? - Wilde nodded. - Well, now you can go.

Henry left the office, closing the door behind him, but before the man had taken ten steps, the Captain called him.

- Henry! - Edward slowly went to Wilde.

- Sir?

- Sorry, I forgot to inform you.

- About what?

- You are accepted aboard the Titanic on its maiden voyage as a Chief Officer. - Smith lifted his chin proudly.

- But how? This post was given to William. - Wilde frowned.

- Yes, but now Ismay has decided that you will take this position, and the position of First Officer will go to Mr. Murdoch.

- But I can't just show up abruptly and take away William's position. This is terrible. It took him so long to get there. - Henry began to get angry. - Sir, I'm sorry of course, but it was necessary to refuse Mr. Ismay.

- I suggested you to Bruce. I want you to be by my side on my last voyage. I trust you Henry. So I beg you, be ready to sail. And I'll talk to Murdoch tomorrow.


Time is 20:45 p.m.

You stood in the middle of the street, trampling and looking at the bar window. The smell of alcohol emanating from the establishment intoxicated your head. But you didn't just come there. You wanted to forget for a while. Your heart ached at the mere thought that your mother was going to get married. It hasn't even been two years since your father's death, and she's ready to tie the knot with another man.

You cringed as a gust of wind blew your way again. The body twitched involuntarily. Goosebumps ran down your back. Unfortunately, you just have to enjoy the moments, when the customers leave the bar and the smell reaches you. You sighed resignedly.

- Will you come in? - came a voice from behind. You turned around. In front of you stood a tall man in his forties, no less. He raised an eyebrow nodding at the bar door.

- I would like to, but I can't.

- Why is that?

- Unfortunately, I am not twenty-one, even with all this I am a lady. As you know, ladies are not supposed to drink in public.

- Well, since you're here, it means you didn't just come here. - the man folded his hands behind his back. - There is a reason for this.

- Yes there is.

- Of course, I don't get little girls drunk, but if I can help you in any way, will you share this reason with me? - the man moved towards the entrance. You narrowed your eyes at the man. Somehow you wanted to trust him. So you nodded: - Okay, I agree.

- Well then, I'm Henry Wilde. What about you a young lady?

- Y/n. - you did not voice your last name in order to save your family from the shame that can follow if you suddenly get very drunk.

- Very nice. - Wilde touched your icy hand with his lips. Feeling his warm lips on your hands, a herd of goosebumps ran down his back.

- Well... To be honest, you should understand your mother. At least a little bit. - taking another sip of brandy, Henry replied, looking around the lane in which you sat. Wilde bought a brandy and wine, and offered to sit on a bench in some sparsely populated alley.

The man listened attentively to your story all this time. His facial expression kept changing. Wilde wanted to say something all the time, but still he refused to interrupt you.

- I would understand her if she did it in three or four years, at least, but then two years have not passed, Mr. Wilde. Do you understand? - holding the wine in your hand, you were indignant.

You and Henry have become very close in such a short time. You shared everything you had time with each other. At first, you began to tell something from your life, for example, how you didn't like to sit in one place, preferring to travel. At this time, Wilde just looked at you. When you finished, he started. For example, you found out that Wilde is a sailor, like your late father. It made you a little sad.

About twenty minutes later, Henry took the bottle of wine away from you as you began to feel a little dizzy. You heard bits and pieces of what Wilde said to you. The head was buzzing. It seems alcohol a little hit in the head.

- And how didn't I notice that you drank half a bottle?! Just look, you've been swept away by the light wine. - lightly shaking you, he asked.

- It's all right, Mr. Wilde. But I felt better. - you assured. Henry just sighed at your words, lowering his head. - Yes, and not as much carried away as you think.

- I have to send you home. - standing up, the man looked down at you.

" He so tall " you thought. Looking around the street, Henry lifted you to your feet and holding you, led you towards the road.

- No, Mr. Wilde! - you stopped half way. Henry looked at you questioningly. - I can't go home like this!

- Why? You need to go home! - continuing to lead you to the road, answered the Chief Officer.

- Mom will immediately understand that I drank. Damn it, I probably smell from a mile away?! - stopping again, you howled. - Oh, I'm sorry for my words.

- And what do you suggest?

- I don't know... - you shrugged. - But the main thing is not home. I beg you!

Henry stood for five minutes, just looking at you. From such a gaze, you are slightly embarrassed. You understand that he is thinking about something. " How beautiful she is. Damn, Henry, she's still so young! " he thought.

- Y/n… - Henry called you.

- Yes?

- Are you going home. - grabbing your hand and leading to the road, said Wilde.

- What? - you did not have time to come to your senses, as Henry was already opening the taxi door, about to put you in the car. And of course he did. You opened the window looking up at the man.

- Will you just send me?

- And what is left for me? - resting his hands on the door and leaning a little closer, the man asked. The aroma of Calabrian bergamot and pepper, mixed with the smell of alcohol that emanated from the man, hit your nose sharply, filling your lungs with it. Once again inhaling the aroma of a man, you finally decided to answer.

- Well... I didn't think you were like that.

- Y/n, please. You need to go home and sleep. - Henry instructed. - I shouldn't have bought you wine. - you just silently looked at him. - Okay, go home. - only the Chief Officer wanted to straighten up, as you called him:

- Mr. Wilde. - Henry returned to his previous position, looking at you expectantly. You pulled the man by the edge of his coat, leaning forward and touching his lips.

The kiss was short, awkward, but this kiss had everything you felt for Henry. Yes, it was not right to kiss a man with whom you have known only two hours, and even the same age as your father.

You were about to pull away and sit back in the seat, but Wilde cupped your face in his hands and pulled you back to him, deepening the kiss. Later, you still managed to break the kiss, turning away, you sat up straight. Henry just straightened up.

- Goodbye, Mr. Wilde. - you were holding back a smile. You closed the window and gave the address to the taxi driver. The car started moving.

Wild looked at the trail of the departing car, grinning slightly.


April 9, 1912.

- What's going on here? - Entering your room, you found your mother and your maid there.

- We collect your things.

- Why?

- What's mean "why"? - didn't understand the mother. - We're going to New York, baby.

- On the Titanic Miss. - Susie the maid answered happily.

- No. - you walked over to your suitcase and began to take out your belongings.

- Y/n?

- I'm not going anywhere. - you frowned.

- Don't be stupid daughter. We don't have time for showdowns. - stopping you, said mom. - The ship is leaving tomorrow.

- What difference does it make to me?

- It's my engagement Y/n. - ordering to continue to collect things, Laura responded. - On the Titanic, we will meet my future husband.

- That's what I don't want to see, so leave me alone. And that is in Southampton. - you said with a sizzling mother look.

- Enough! Tired! Laura exploded. - You're coming with me to New York, period! Do you understand?! - mother returned to assembling things. - Now gather everything you need.