*Chapter 3*

When Clara had finally finished her half-hour beauty routine, she stepped outside, and took in the amazing view of the Atlantic Ocean, which was suddenly interrupted by the sight of Mr Andrews stepping out in front of her.

"Are you ready, young ladies?" Mr Andrews asked.

"Yep," Claire replied.

First, Andrews took the girls to the wheelhouse and bridge to meet the Titanic's 7 officers, and the captain.

Andrews led the girls into the wheelhouse, first, and introduced them to Captain Smith.

"Good day, sir," Clara said politely, and Smith nodded.

"Hi." Was all Claire said, and Smith seemed satisfied with her greeting.

Just then, a young crewmember arrived, and informed Smith about several ice warnings he had received.

"Oh, not to worry. Quite normal for this time of the year," Smith said, when he glanced at Clara's shocked facial expression.

"Oh, I nearly forgot to introduce you to our junior wireless operator, Harold Bride. You know what wireless communication is, don't you girls?"

"Yes, of course, Captain," Claire replied, as if she knew everything.

"How do you do?" Bride asked, as he kissed Clara's gloved hand, out of respect.

"Pleasure," Clara replied, and she smiled.

Claire turned around so she didn't have to be greeted and kissed by this wireless guy.

Bride smiled and left the wheelhouse.

Meanwhile, on the bridge, the 7 officers were roaming around, awaiting orders from Smith.

Clara stepped lightly onto the bridge, and an officers eye caught her own. She quickly looked down, embarrassed.

Smith started to introduce the officers.

"Theses are our 7 officers, of Titanic. They are great officers, I assure you."

Smith then pointed them out individually.

"Chief Officer, Henry Wilde,

First Officer, William Murdoch,

Second Officer, Charles Lightoller,

Third Officer, Herbert Pitman,

Fourth Officer, Joseph Boxhall,

Fifth Officer, Harold Lowe,

Sixth Officer, James Moody."

The girls walked past each of the officers, eyeing them off carefully, as if they were living statues.

Noelle nudged Claire and Clara.

"Girls, introduce yourselves!" she whispered.

"Good morning, officers. My name is Clara Sherbrooke, and this is my sister, Claire. It has a pleasure meeting you."

A couple of the officers nodded politely.

Andrews caught up with them, and took them each by the arm.

"Next stop, engine room!"

As they left the bridge, Clara turned around to farewell the officers, and Second Officer Lightoller caught her attention, by waving back to her.

Clara waved, blushing slightly, and Lightoller smiled at her.