Chapter IV

Time flies sometimes like a wild bird...forgive me my words, 'cause words too empty to describe nature's beauty.

It was time for dinner.

The dining room was the largest one ever cast on any other ship. The walls were peanut white and the furniture was made of oak.
People were dressed elegantly, it seemed that the dinner was very formal event for everyone.

I was wearing my favorite sea-blue dining gown, I liked especially it's color...I felt that way closer to the sea - In fact, I loved the nearness of the sea.
Also, I tried to hid myself into that gown; I didn't want them to know.

Then, at the table, I found myself sitting next to a beautiful lady; Thomas was sitting on the right. All of them were chatting, laughing; everyone seemed quite happy; and why shouldn't they, they were on aboard of the greatest ship alive.

"Good evening," said the women next to me. "I'm Bessie Allison...nice meeting you".

"My name is Sarah Williams...I mean Andrews...and it's nice to meet you too".

"Andrews? This means you are related to the great shipbuilder, who is sitting next to you?"

Thomas heard our little conversation and nodded " Well actually, we are related, mrs. Allison, we are quite close...she is my wife", he said with his always calm voice, looking forward me, smile on his face.

"You two must be very glad; especially when there is child on it's way," said Bessie, her face showing only what she meant.

"We are, happier than ever..thank you," I said back to her.

I noticed one man, with black moustaches, looking at Thomas. He was between an little conversation. It was Bruce Ismay, the owner of the ship, but for sure...he had came up with the idea and the name, but this fact didn't built the ship...only very devoted hands had made it that far.

"...and our master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews here, designed her from the keel plates up," said Ismay. It seemed that Thomas wasn't really fond of the attention he was suddenly having.

"Well, I may have knocked her together, but the idea was Mr. Ismay's. He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale, and so luxurious in its appointments, that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is", said Thomas and then slapped the table..."willed into solid reality".

I had seen the hours and the work he had done...he had made it all, not Ismay; yet he was so selfless.

The band was playing silent music now, it seemed to be even like a lullaby. I absolutely adored the Titanic band. It was an eight-man band led by the violinist Wallace Hartley.

The music was heartbreakingly good.

Thomas stood up and gave his hand to help me out of the chair. We wished everyone good evening, mrs. Allison had already left and in some strange point I didn't noticed Edith. I was quite worried about her.

"Thomas, I think I might go and see is Edith alright, she didn't show up for the dinner...," I said. His eyes were full on understanding "May I direct you?"he asked. "No, thank you, but I am pretty sure that I will find her cabin." I let my hand fell out his warm palm and gone I was.

I passed the grand staircase...there was cabin A-31...and cabin A-29 - that was it! I took small steps closer to the door, knocked on it couple of times, but there were no answer. No one weren't there.