Memory-Chapter one
Tired days, Sleepless nights
Thomas Andrews kept his hands tucked inside the deep pockets of his great coat as he wandered around the decks. It was below zero, his breath was steaming with every exhale, and his hair had been covered with a thin ice. There were no passengers roaming around the decks, it was four in the morning, no doubt they were all asleep in their beds. His wife, Emma, would still be curled up, warm in their stateroom, where he should be also, but it was the third consecutive night Thomas could not find sleep. He was so.nervous. Worried, even. He alone knew the full risk of the Titanic.in all truth, Thomas had never liked the ship, at least. not after the "alterations" the line had put upon her. They were going too fast, through a known ice field, in the dead of the night. They were asking for trouble, any fool would realise that the way she was being handled, titanic was nothing but a death trap.
When the first light of dawn began to fill the sky, Thomas walked quickly back to the stateroom that he and his wife were sharing. He did not want Emma to know that he was still-not sleeping. He reached the doorway to their stateroom, and opened it quietly. It was to no avail, however, Emma was sitting up on the chaise lounge.
"You didn't sleep all night, Thomas,"
"I-well, I sensed danger,"
"Thomas. There is no danger, darling, you've made this ship as strong as any man could," Emma ran her arms up his shoulders around his neck. "You look so weak,"
"Weak?" Thomas took his hand, kissed it, and held it to her lips. "Weak and tired?"
He opened his arms to her, and then like magic, closed them back around her.
**************************************************************************** ***** "I truly love you," Thomas whispered as they lay in each others arms an hour later. He lifted a lock of hair that had been plastered to her neck.
"I truly, madly love you," She whispered back.
"Hah!Madly?I truly, madly deeply," He paused to think, "and crazily love you."
"Oh, Thomas, I cant wait till the Titanic docks and you can finally meet my family! They are going to love you."
"I don't know," Thomas hesitated, mulling it over. "I did steal you away from the farm.."
"Who couldn't love you, Thomas? Look at you? You're so handsome and.perfect. Plus, as an added bonus, you built the finest ship in all the world!"
"I have to go," Thomas murmured in her ear.
"Again? Don't you ever need to sleep?"
"No," Laughed Thomas. "You wouldn't know, would you?"
Emma stood up, and straightened his tie. "Only in your wrinkles," she joked.
Tired days, Sleepless nights
Thomas Andrews kept his hands tucked inside the deep pockets of his great coat as he wandered around the decks. It was below zero, his breath was steaming with every exhale, and his hair had been covered with a thin ice. There were no passengers roaming around the decks, it was four in the morning, no doubt they were all asleep in their beds. His wife, Emma, would still be curled up, warm in their stateroom, where he should be also, but it was the third consecutive night Thomas could not find sleep. He was so.nervous. Worried, even. He alone knew the full risk of the Titanic.in all truth, Thomas had never liked the ship, at least. not after the "alterations" the line had put upon her. They were going too fast, through a known ice field, in the dead of the night. They were asking for trouble, any fool would realise that the way she was being handled, titanic was nothing but a death trap.
When the first light of dawn began to fill the sky, Thomas walked quickly back to the stateroom that he and his wife were sharing. He did not want Emma to know that he was still-not sleeping. He reached the doorway to their stateroom, and opened it quietly. It was to no avail, however, Emma was sitting up on the chaise lounge.
"You didn't sleep all night, Thomas,"
"I-well, I sensed danger,"
"Thomas. There is no danger, darling, you've made this ship as strong as any man could," Emma ran her arms up his shoulders around his neck. "You look so weak,"
"Weak?" Thomas took his hand, kissed it, and held it to her lips. "Weak and tired?"
He opened his arms to her, and then like magic, closed them back around her.
**************************************************************************** ***** "I truly love you," Thomas whispered as they lay in each others arms an hour later. He lifted a lock of hair that had been plastered to her neck.
"I truly, madly love you," She whispered back.
"Hah!Madly?I truly, madly deeply," He paused to think, "and crazily love you."
"Oh, Thomas, I cant wait till the Titanic docks and you can finally meet my family! They are going to love you."
"I don't know," Thomas hesitated, mulling it over. "I did steal you away from the farm.."
"Who couldn't love you, Thomas? Look at you? You're so handsome and.perfect. Plus, as an added bonus, you built the finest ship in all the world!"
"I have to go," Thomas murmured in her ear.
"Again? Don't you ever need to sleep?"
"No," Laughed Thomas. "You wouldn't know, would you?"
Emma stood up, and straightened his tie. "Only in your wrinkles," she joked.