Chapter fourteen
"Name Please"
PG13 Disclaimer: 'A Walk to remember' and 'Titanic', and any music from both films are not mine. Just another *poor, underage* fan, so please don't sue!! Jamie: As the boat pulled into the harbour Jamie noticed someone standing near her. Mr. Ismay, the managing director of White Star Line. She was surprised to see him there as up until now she hadn't caught sight of him, and she didn't think he had survived. There was a strange look on his face and he muttered I turned to him and said something which sounded like "I believe you're going to get your headlines Mr. Ismay." Mr. Ismay, was the one from what I had heard from all the survivors, was the one who gave the order to speed up the Titanic so they could make 'Headlines' in all the American papers. He didn't turn, but he knew I was there as he said "We've got to go through some bloody hearing before we can get back to England. Stupid Americans." I was silent for a moment before replying "Well I can't say I blame them, we'd have done the same thing if it happened at our end." "They're going to crucify us." Mr. Ismay replied, and now he turned to look at the me. "Listen to me young missy; this so-called hearing is not going to be a pleasant experience at all." Nearby a young man made his way up to the deck leaned over the rails waving madly, even though nobody in the crowd on the docks would be able to make out faces from that distance. "Hello New York." He yelled. Excuse me sir, but you're not allowed up on this deck." A steward from the Carpathian (the rescue ship that had taken all the survivors, Landon is on it somewhere) said, touching the man on the back. "I have just been through a damn tragedy, I have lost all my friends and family, and you're still going to insist on class restrictions? Talk about pathetic." The man snapped, but he left the deck anyway. I was only up here because everyone assumed I was one of them because of Landon. I sighed at his memory. I turned to the captain and asked where I might enquire about who had survived. He pointed me in the direction of a young man. He had red hair, freckles and blue eyes. I ran to him. "Name miss?" "Have you got the name Landon Carter on your list", he checked the list and my heart raced. He promised me, he had to be alive. "I'm sorry miss, there's no Landon Carter here." My heart stopped and I felt like I had just died. ". Please miss, you're name?" "Sulli. Carter, Jamie Carter", I stood there frozen in time. I heard him mumble his thanks then move onto the next person. Tears streamed down my face. He had to break his promise; he had no other choice. God had wanted him. 'Maybe god had a greater plan for him than he had for himself, like this journey never ends. Like I was sent to him because he had to endure the tragedy, to help him through all this. I'm his angel', tears sprang to my eyes. Landon: There are times in our lives that when we look back years later and we want so badly to forget. For me, there were about 3 months after the sinking that I wish now I could erase from my mind, the feelings of waiting and not knowing if I would ever be rescued and see Jamie. It was perhaps the darkest period in my life, as the ship began to go under; I was just thankful it became important in who I became and was part of my own healing. Until then the only thing I still thought of was the coldness of the water, and counting down the minutes till I saw Jamie's loving face again. I was suffering from a bad case of the chills; I wrapped the blanket tighter around me. Every now and then a shooting star crossed the sky and announced that another soul was going to heaven, I was just glad none of those souls would be mine, but from that moment on whenever I saw a shooting star I would not wish upon it but thank Eddie and pray that God blessed his soul for his selfless act. I would have Jamie when I found her tell me all about him, and insist that she has his play published.
I stared at the Statue of Liberty, tears sprang to my eyes, I honestly didn't think I would make it. I would thank God for two things everyday for the rest of my life. For Jamie the other half of my soul and for Eddie. Now all I had to do was find her. I was in the upper deck, sitting in a corner scanning all the people, searching for her, I asked a crew member where I might enquire about the survivors. He pointed me in the direction of a young man. He had red hair, freckles and blue eyes, I practically ran to him. "Excuse me sir may I have you're name?" "Have you got the name Jamie Sullivan on your list", he sighed and checked the list for me. I felt sorry for the poor guy, I mustn't be the only one wanting to know if my loved one had checked in. The difference was I knew she had been on a lifeboat. "I'm sorry sir, there's no Jamie Sullivan here." My heart stopped, but only momentarily, she mustn't have checked in yet ". Please sir, you're name?" "Carter, Landon Carter", he started flipping through a few pages, instead of writing my name down. "Sir, there's no Jamie Sullivan on the list, but a young lady called Jamie Carter inquired into your where about", She used my name, Jamie Carter I liked the sound of that. Wait. wait something just occurred to me." "She must think I didn't make it!" the young man nodded and explained to me how he saw moments after he had left, turning back, she had broken down into tears. Fresh tears stung my eyes. I felt horrible. I knew she was alive, but she thought I was dead. 'She thought she had lost her soul mate. Oh I love you so much Jamie Elizabeth Sullivan'. "Excuse me sir, I hope you don't think I was spying on her, but she was in a terrible state, mentally, that I have kept an eye on her." I looked at him 'what did he mean?' ". She's over there by the rails". I turned to where he pointed and my heart flipped. I took a deep intake of breath. Her auburn hair that always looked like silk to touch cascaded down her back and over her shoulders in flowing waves, despite the evening's events. Her mint green dress flowed behind her though it was slightly dirty, and she had a blanket hanging loosely around her shoulders. Her hand lightly drifted down the rail. She might look like my mother's painting of the angel, but she did not belong to my mother, she was my angel. I'm going to stop there, for tonight. The ending is coming tomorrow, I promise. Don't hate me please, it's 1:18 in the morning and I'm really tired!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 Lonzy*
PG13 Disclaimer: 'A Walk to remember' and 'Titanic', and any music from both films are not mine. Just another *poor, underage* fan, so please don't sue!! Jamie: As the boat pulled into the harbour Jamie noticed someone standing near her. Mr. Ismay, the managing director of White Star Line. She was surprised to see him there as up until now she hadn't caught sight of him, and she didn't think he had survived. There was a strange look on his face and he muttered I turned to him and said something which sounded like "I believe you're going to get your headlines Mr. Ismay." Mr. Ismay, was the one from what I had heard from all the survivors, was the one who gave the order to speed up the Titanic so they could make 'Headlines' in all the American papers. He didn't turn, but he knew I was there as he said "We've got to go through some bloody hearing before we can get back to England. Stupid Americans." I was silent for a moment before replying "Well I can't say I blame them, we'd have done the same thing if it happened at our end." "They're going to crucify us." Mr. Ismay replied, and now he turned to look at the me. "Listen to me young missy; this so-called hearing is not going to be a pleasant experience at all." Nearby a young man made his way up to the deck leaned over the rails waving madly, even though nobody in the crowd on the docks would be able to make out faces from that distance. "Hello New York." He yelled. Excuse me sir, but you're not allowed up on this deck." A steward from the Carpathian (the rescue ship that had taken all the survivors, Landon is on it somewhere) said, touching the man on the back. "I have just been through a damn tragedy, I have lost all my friends and family, and you're still going to insist on class restrictions? Talk about pathetic." The man snapped, but he left the deck anyway. I was only up here because everyone assumed I was one of them because of Landon. I sighed at his memory. I turned to the captain and asked where I might enquire about who had survived. He pointed me in the direction of a young man. He had red hair, freckles and blue eyes. I ran to him. "Name miss?" "Have you got the name Landon Carter on your list", he checked the list and my heart raced. He promised me, he had to be alive. "I'm sorry miss, there's no Landon Carter here." My heart stopped and I felt like I had just died. ". Please miss, you're name?" "Sulli. Carter, Jamie Carter", I stood there frozen in time. I heard him mumble his thanks then move onto the next person. Tears streamed down my face. He had to break his promise; he had no other choice. God had wanted him. 'Maybe god had a greater plan for him than he had for himself, like this journey never ends. Like I was sent to him because he had to endure the tragedy, to help him through all this. I'm his angel', tears sprang to my eyes. Landon: There are times in our lives that when we look back years later and we want so badly to forget. For me, there were about 3 months after the sinking that I wish now I could erase from my mind, the feelings of waiting and not knowing if I would ever be rescued and see Jamie. It was perhaps the darkest period in my life, as the ship began to go under; I was just thankful it became important in who I became and was part of my own healing. Until then the only thing I still thought of was the coldness of the water, and counting down the minutes till I saw Jamie's loving face again. I was suffering from a bad case of the chills; I wrapped the blanket tighter around me. Every now and then a shooting star crossed the sky and announced that another soul was going to heaven, I was just glad none of those souls would be mine, but from that moment on whenever I saw a shooting star I would not wish upon it but thank Eddie and pray that God blessed his soul for his selfless act. I would have Jamie when I found her tell me all about him, and insist that she has his play published.
I stared at the Statue of Liberty, tears sprang to my eyes, I honestly didn't think I would make it. I would thank God for two things everyday for the rest of my life. For Jamie the other half of my soul and for Eddie. Now all I had to do was find her. I was in the upper deck, sitting in a corner scanning all the people, searching for her, I asked a crew member where I might enquire about the survivors. He pointed me in the direction of a young man. He had red hair, freckles and blue eyes, I practically ran to him. "Excuse me sir may I have you're name?" "Have you got the name Jamie Sullivan on your list", he sighed and checked the list for me. I felt sorry for the poor guy, I mustn't be the only one wanting to know if my loved one had checked in. The difference was I knew she had been on a lifeboat. "I'm sorry sir, there's no Jamie Sullivan here." My heart stopped, but only momentarily, she mustn't have checked in yet ". Please sir, you're name?" "Carter, Landon Carter", he started flipping through a few pages, instead of writing my name down. "Sir, there's no Jamie Sullivan on the list, but a young lady called Jamie Carter inquired into your where about", She used my name, Jamie Carter I liked the sound of that. Wait. wait something just occurred to me." "She must think I didn't make it!" the young man nodded and explained to me how he saw moments after he had left, turning back, she had broken down into tears. Fresh tears stung my eyes. I felt horrible. I knew she was alive, but she thought I was dead. 'She thought she had lost her soul mate. Oh I love you so much Jamie Elizabeth Sullivan'. "Excuse me sir, I hope you don't think I was spying on her, but she was in a terrible state, mentally, that I have kept an eye on her." I looked at him 'what did he mean?' ". She's over there by the rails". I turned to where he pointed and my heart flipped. I took a deep intake of breath. Her auburn hair that always looked like silk to touch cascaded down her back and over her shoulders in flowing waves, despite the evening's events. Her mint green dress flowed behind her though it was slightly dirty, and she had a blanket hanging loosely around her shoulders. Her hand lightly drifted down the rail. She might look like my mother's painting of the angel, but she did not belong to my mother, she was my angel. I'm going to stop there, for tonight. The ending is coming tomorrow, I promise. Don't hate me please, it's 1:18 in the morning and I'm really tired!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 Lonzy*
