Chapter VI

I do not wish the night to end...the night was my home, my peace. Since I was very tired, only these kind of thoughts came to me.

Thomas was long gone, but his little notebook was lying on the table beside the bed. It was the same notebook he was always carrying with him.

Then I heard someone opening the corridor door, then made it's way into bedroom. It was Thomas.

"Good morning, Sarah...did I woke you up?" he asked. "No, I was already up," I replied.

He sat to the bed side, looking me with his meltingly warm eyes. " I am very glad that I have you", he said, pressing my hands into his. "No, I am the one who should be glad", I said, almost whispering the last part.

Our lips touched, just for a brief seconds...then they were separated again.

I was gazing into his deep eyes; his nearness made me shook.

I felt how he put his hands around my arms; lips touched again, this time they were dealing with a madness. I almost felt his racing heart against my chest.

His fingers were unbuttoning my nightgown; my eyes gazed a painting on the wall.

Tears, wet and warm, were running down on my face...they were the tears of bliss. He was my ain true love.
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"My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary. He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

"What are you reading, " Ida asked, while we were sitting in the B-deck, the next day.

"It's a book called Wuthering Heights, remember?" I replied.

"Yes, Emily Bronte, now I remember....you are still carrying it with you?"

"As you can see."
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One day passed so quickly.

Walking along the deck, with Thomas, my dear friend Edith, Bessie Allison and first officer William Murdoch.

"Mr. Andrews, I did the sum in my head, and with the number of lifeboats times the capacity you mentioned... forgive me, but it seems that there are not enough for everyone aboard , " asked Edith after an brief silent moment.

"That's a good quastion indeed, but I know that Thomas had already thought about that too," said mr. Murdoch.

"About half, actually. You miss nothing, do you? In fact, I put in these new type davits, which can take an extra row of boats here." said Thomas lowering his voice.
"But it was thought... by some... that the deck would look too cluttered. So I was over-ruled."

"To not forget, after all, we are dealing with an unsinkable ship here," said Bessie (she obviosly didn't understood the need to have more lifeboats).

"Please, ma'am, the unsinkable part is just something that media loves...," said Murdoch, not agreeing with mrs. Allison.

"I agree with you, mr. Murdoch...but also, this ship is miracle - there is none like her." I said, looking around the deck.

"Please keep heading up, the next stop would be the engines room." said Thomas.

I was walking behind others, when suddenly I felt how someone's soft hand captured my arm, telling me to turn. I was suprised when I saw that the hand belonged to Ida. Her dress was bit blur and her eyes were misty...where has she been?

She knew what I was going to ask. "Sarah, you have no clue where I have been these couple of days...my world has turned itself upside down," she said.

I barely regonized her. In that moment she wasn't that always so calm and composed lady...she was anxious and feverish. Her words came right from that shivering heart.

"I met someone very special, we are thinking about landing together when we reach to New York. Sarah, my happiness is not for the words to describe."

"Well...then I am happy with you, it's just that I have never seen you like this before."

"Please, do not tell to none what I told you, even not to Edith...I am staying in the third class; I love staying in the third class....I will be meeting you soon". And gone she was again.

She had been like a sea wave against my face...she even didn't gave me a chance to ask more.
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Back in the cabin...I was still thinking about her.

The evening sun made it's way over the ship. The wind was getting colder. Thomas had just returned from his walk around the ship. He was again holding the little notebook and writing something into it. I was standing in the privat deck area, looking at the sea...the sea would be my soul; I would be adrifting in the ocean so wide.

Thomas stood behind me; then leaned against the reiling; looking at me, trying to sense my thoughts." What you are thinking about?" he asked.

"About the sea...the same old sea beneath us," I answered.

Once again he was looking at his notebook and obviously trying to remember something. The notebook was filled with little notes, writings...and also an little ship figure; it looked old, but still well-kept.

He finally found what he was looking for; he held the little wooden ship figure in his hand...looking at it, as his face showed reflection of memories.

"I had it when I was three years old, it was a birthday gift; it brings luck," he said, holding it silently.

"It looks very real, I can even see the tiniest details on it," I said, looking at this piece of art.

"Sarah, I'll give it to you, I don't need it anymore," he said with a smile.

"But this is your lucky item, you cannot give it so easily away; I insist you to keep it".

"Sarah...but I am quite older than you, my life isn't that long anymore", he said.

"You mustn't talk like that".

"Forgive me, please take it", and he pressed it into my hand. I took it and holded for some time.

He returned to his work.