*Chapter 33*
When the group had finally arrived at the hotel, they noticed that much of the interiors resembled that of Titanic's. After all, Titanic had been dubbed "The Floating Palace." After a couple of days, they had settled down, and Clara and Lightoller decided to take a walk in the nearby park, as they hadn't been out, much.
"Clara, I've been thinking. Why don't you move to England with me? We can live in Wales, if you like." Lightoller smiled, knowing Clara loved her home country.
"I don't believe it! Erm...perhaps. But wouldn't you be out at sea all the time? If I lived with you, that is."
"I would make plenty of time for you, my love."
Clara was flattered by his comment, and threw her arms around his neck.
"Oh, I love you, Charles!" She cried.
"I love you more," Lightoller whispered, and kissed Clara passionately.
As they made their way out of the park, they spotted a young boy standing on a corner, selling newspapers. Lightoller and Clara strolled up to him.
"Oh, hello sir. Would you like to buy a newspaper?" The boy asked, in an accent stronger than Claire's. Clara knew she had to get used to it sometime.
"Of course, yes, thankyou." Lightoller paid the boy, and opened the newspaper to find out what had been happening while he'd been at sea.
"Anything interesting?" Clara asked, peering over the page.
"Not really," Lightoller replied, turning to the back page.
Then, all of a sudden, a heading caught Clara's attention.
"Titanic survivors - Cemetery now open for lost loves."
Clara pointed out the heading, and read more underneath.
"Halifax cemetery, Nova Scotia. Open only on the 22nd April, so please make your way to Nova Scotia as soon as you can." Clara raised an eyebrow. "Where's Nova Scotia?"
"It's in Canada, just above New York, I should imagine. You should tell Claire about it. She might like to go and see William's grave."
"Yes, well, I suppose."
*~~~~~~*
Clara pleaded with her mother to let her go to Canada for a day with Claire, but Noelle didn't seem to want to let her go.
"But Charles will look after us," Clara had pleaded, looking up at him.
Noelle had finally decided to let Clara and Claire head off to Nova Scotia, with Lightoller, of course.
*~~~~~~*
When they arrived there, after a rather long drive, they took a taxi to the cemetery in Halifax.
Claire couldn't stop fidgeting. She was so excited to be going to the cemetery, just because perhaps Murdochs grave would be there.
"Finally!" Claire shouted, and opened her arms to stretch them, when she'd stepped out of the car at the gates of the cemetery.
"Oh, do shut up, Claire. What are you thinking?" Clara hissed at Claire, aware that she'd repeated the exact phrase from the day Claire had teased her: "Ooh, you like him."
"Hey, you've said that to me before," Claire replied stupidly.
Clara rolled her eyes.
"Excuse me, sir, do you know where I can find the Titanic graves?" A man asked the cemetery manager. The manager gave the man directions, and Lightoller and the girls decided to follow along, since that's where they were headed to, as well.
It wasn't that far away, actually. Clara looked up. In front of her, was a huge sign, that read, 'Titanic Graves."
"Well, I guess we're here, then," Clara sighed, and the man in front of her turned around.
When the group had finally arrived at the hotel, they noticed that much of the interiors resembled that of Titanic's. After all, Titanic had been dubbed "The Floating Palace." After a couple of days, they had settled down, and Clara and Lightoller decided to take a walk in the nearby park, as they hadn't been out, much.
"Clara, I've been thinking. Why don't you move to England with me? We can live in Wales, if you like." Lightoller smiled, knowing Clara loved her home country.
"I don't believe it! Erm...perhaps. But wouldn't you be out at sea all the time? If I lived with you, that is."
"I would make plenty of time for you, my love."
Clara was flattered by his comment, and threw her arms around his neck.
"Oh, I love you, Charles!" She cried.
"I love you more," Lightoller whispered, and kissed Clara passionately.
As they made their way out of the park, they spotted a young boy standing on a corner, selling newspapers. Lightoller and Clara strolled up to him.
"Oh, hello sir. Would you like to buy a newspaper?" The boy asked, in an accent stronger than Claire's. Clara knew she had to get used to it sometime.
"Of course, yes, thankyou." Lightoller paid the boy, and opened the newspaper to find out what had been happening while he'd been at sea.
"Anything interesting?" Clara asked, peering over the page.
"Not really," Lightoller replied, turning to the back page.
Then, all of a sudden, a heading caught Clara's attention.
"Titanic survivors - Cemetery now open for lost loves."
Clara pointed out the heading, and read more underneath.
"Halifax cemetery, Nova Scotia. Open only on the 22nd April, so please make your way to Nova Scotia as soon as you can." Clara raised an eyebrow. "Where's Nova Scotia?"
"It's in Canada, just above New York, I should imagine. You should tell Claire about it. She might like to go and see William's grave."
"Yes, well, I suppose."
*~~~~~~*
Clara pleaded with her mother to let her go to Canada for a day with Claire, but Noelle didn't seem to want to let her go.
"But Charles will look after us," Clara had pleaded, looking up at him.
Noelle had finally decided to let Clara and Claire head off to Nova Scotia, with Lightoller, of course.
*~~~~~~*
When they arrived there, after a rather long drive, they took a taxi to the cemetery in Halifax.
Claire couldn't stop fidgeting. She was so excited to be going to the cemetery, just because perhaps Murdochs grave would be there.
"Finally!" Claire shouted, and opened her arms to stretch them, when she'd stepped out of the car at the gates of the cemetery.
"Oh, do shut up, Claire. What are you thinking?" Clara hissed at Claire, aware that she'd repeated the exact phrase from the day Claire had teased her: "Ooh, you like him."
"Hey, you've said that to me before," Claire replied stupidly.
Clara rolled her eyes.
"Excuse me, sir, do you know where I can find the Titanic graves?" A man asked the cemetery manager. The manager gave the man directions, and Lightoller and the girls decided to follow along, since that's where they were headed to, as well.
It wasn't that far away, actually. Clara looked up. In front of her, was a huge sign, that read, 'Titanic Graves."
"Well, I guess we're here, then," Clara sighed, and the man in front of her turned around.
