Titanic by Toria
Summery : The same storyline as the movie but with different characters in a different relationship. Jack Dawson is a wealthy, first-class, young man who all the mothers would love their daughters to marry. Ben Wood is a scruffy you rag-a-muffin who won his way aboard Titanic. What will happen when these two meet? And what will their relationship be when the ship goes down?
Disclaimer : I don't own anything recognisable, it all belongs to someone else. I do, however, own Ben.
Rating : PG
Chapter 1 The Beginning for Ben
There was a creak from someone walking on the floorboards outside the door and dusty grey eyes shut immediately. Once all the noise in the house had faded, they snapped open again.
Ben Wood sat on his small cot in who-knows-what-you-could-call-the-place. A school? An orphanage? Whatever it was called Ben hated it there. And running away wasn't working. There was only one choice now and that was to get himself thrown out. After all, everyone was always saying he was more trouble than he was worth and the more he stayed here the more he believed it himself.
He cursed the day that he arrived at this place, he was trapped here, closed in and that was something he didn't like at all. Ever since his parents had died when he was nine, Ben had been a free spirit, forging for himself. He'd travelled around on his own, having no one else to go to and anytime he'd got bored of a place he would just set off for the horizon. That was, of course, until he had become trapped in this place in England. He definitely preferred Paris and France to England. Well, at least he did at the moment. If he ever went back to Paris he was entitled to change his mind if he wanted too.
Finally drifting off into a restless doze Ben was awake at the crack of dawn. He packed all the things he owned into a small rucksack, he was a twelve year old with very few possessions and headed down stairs.
He was soon confronted by the Head of the house, Master Brenning. "Where do you think you're going Wood?"
"I'm leaving, I've had enough," Ben told him bravely.
"Ha! A twelve year old is going to forge for himself out on the streets? You'll be nothing but trouble," Brenning scoffed.
"Yeah, well, you're always saying how I'm more trouble than I'm worth, so you should be glad to see the back of me," Ben answered straight back and took his chance and darted out the thick oak door when he saw Brenning begin to ponder his statement.
By the time Brenning snapped back out of his daze, Ben was gone.
Not one to take many chances during an escape Ben broke into a run as soon as he was down the drive way and up the lane. He tore across fields and had to dodge several angry farmers. A few asked if he wanted a job and a place to stay but once they got a taste of Ben's sharp tongue they soon changed their minds. It was one of his worst shortcomings.
Nearing dusk Ben was walking down a track, which eventually led him to the dark back alleyways of an English city.
Exhausted from running, walking and not eating all day, Ben sank down in a corner, pulled his knees to his chest and rested his head on his knees. He still had his rucksack on his back. He needed to get out of this country!
A little while later a voice startled him out of his daze. It was a rough voice and obviously older than he was himself. There was a strong smell of brandy and the man was obviously drunk. It was also the middle of the night.
"You look kinda down there, kid. How d'ya fancy your chances on a game of dice?" he was asked in a slurred voice. Ben decided that he had nothing to lose.
"Sure, what ya playing for?" he asked while laying down some money. The man was so drunk that he lay down all the money he had on him and a ticket for the HMS Titanic. Ben could believe his luck, he just had to win this game. He now also knew where he was, Southampton, where the Titanic was docked.
The man sat down opposite Ben. "All or nothing, ok?"
"Agreed," Ben hoped he wasn't going to lose all the money he had put in.
The man went first and rolled a five and a four, which could be difficult to beat. The man looked triumphant, even if he was still drunk.
Ben picked up the dice and muttered a pray to however might be listened and rolled. Why had he agreed to this game? Then the dice stopped on two sixes. Ben quickly picked up his winnings, his ticket aboard the Titanic, and ran before the drunk man could protest, he'd won fair and square and then he noticed all the people watching from the shadows. He hadn't been as alone as he thought he was in the alley. Glancing back once Ben saw the man still sitting on the cobbled path, still staring at the two sixes on the dice.
Despite the fact that it was the dead of the night, Ben was suddenly wide- awake and kept on running for sometime, just to get away from the alley. He'd be playing no more games of chance tonight, he was not going to risk his ticket to freedom. He was once again heading out to the horizon, and he was loving it. He made it to the dock quite easily and saw the Titanic for the first time. It was massive. And unsinkable.
Finding a quiet corner, Ben once again pulled his knees to his chest but this time he rested his rucksack on his knees and his head on his rucksack. No way was he leaving the rucksack available for anyone to nick. This thing contained his ticket to freedom, his ticket on Titanic, which he had won in a game of dice.
Laying his head sideways on his rucksack Ben stared out at the ship; the ship of dreams and he was carried off to sleep and the land of dreams.
When sunlight finally penetrated through his eyelids the next morning the dock was already bustling. Today was the day that the Titanic set sail!
Ben stood up and stretched and rubbed his eyes. He wanted to buy some things to add to his meagre possessions. He bought some dice of his own and a pack of marbles, maybe he'd be able to do some more gambling on the Titanic. On an afterthought he also bought a back of cheap hard-boiled sweets, he'd need something to eat on the voyage.
He then quickly made his way back towards the dock where the Titanic was waiting. He had his rucksack firmly on his back and his ticket in his pocket.
Finding the steerage entrance he showed the man at the hatch his ticket and when asked if he had been through baggage clearance he said yes automatically all the while wondering what that meant. However he didn't care, he was on the ship of dreams and he was leaving the country. He made his way up to the viewing deck and stood at the rail watching all the people waving the boat off. He didn't know anyone down there, so he didn't wave. He also didn't know anyone on board. For now.
Please, please, please review! This is only the introductory chapter, it will get better, I promise!
Summery : The same storyline as the movie but with different characters in a different relationship. Jack Dawson is a wealthy, first-class, young man who all the mothers would love their daughters to marry. Ben Wood is a scruffy you rag-a-muffin who won his way aboard Titanic. What will happen when these two meet? And what will their relationship be when the ship goes down?
Disclaimer : I don't own anything recognisable, it all belongs to someone else. I do, however, own Ben.
Rating : PG
Chapter 1 The Beginning for Ben
There was a creak from someone walking on the floorboards outside the door and dusty grey eyes shut immediately. Once all the noise in the house had faded, they snapped open again.
Ben Wood sat on his small cot in who-knows-what-you-could-call-the-place. A school? An orphanage? Whatever it was called Ben hated it there. And running away wasn't working. There was only one choice now and that was to get himself thrown out. After all, everyone was always saying he was more trouble than he was worth and the more he stayed here the more he believed it himself.
He cursed the day that he arrived at this place, he was trapped here, closed in and that was something he didn't like at all. Ever since his parents had died when he was nine, Ben had been a free spirit, forging for himself. He'd travelled around on his own, having no one else to go to and anytime he'd got bored of a place he would just set off for the horizon. That was, of course, until he had become trapped in this place in England. He definitely preferred Paris and France to England. Well, at least he did at the moment. If he ever went back to Paris he was entitled to change his mind if he wanted too.
Finally drifting off into a restless doze Ben was awake at the crack of dawn. He packed all the things he owned into a small rucksack, he was a twelve year old with very few possessions and headed down stairs.
He was soon confronted by the Head of the house, Master Brenning. "Where do you think you're going Wood?"
"I'm leaving, I've had enough," Ben told him bravely.
"Ha! A twelve year old is going to forge for himself out on the streets? You'll be nothing but trouble," Brenning scoffed.
"Yeah, well, you're always saying how I'm more trouble than I'm worth, so you should be glad to see the back of me," Ben answered straight back and took his chance and darted out the thick oak door when he saw Brenning begin to ponder his statement.
By the time Brenning snapped back out of his daze, Ben was gone.
Not one to take many chances during an escape Ben broke into a run as soon as he was down the drive way and up the lane. He tore across fields and had to dodge several angry farmers. A few asked if he wanted a job and a place to stay but once they got a taste of Ben's sharp tongue they soon changed their minds. It was one of his worst shortcomings.
Nearing dusk Ben was walking down a track, which eventually led him to the dark back alleyways of an English city.
Exhausted from running, walking and not eating all day, Ben sank down in a corner, pulled his knees to his chest and rested his head on his knees. He still had his rucksack on his back. He needed to get out of this country!
A little while later a voice startled him out of his daze. It was a rough voice and obviously older than he was himself. There was a strong smell of brandy and the man was obviously drunk. It was also the middle of the night.
"You look kinda down there, kid. How d'ya fancy your chances on a game of dice?" he was asked in a slurred voice. Ben decided that he had nothing to lose.
"Sure, what ya playing for?" he asked while laying down some money. The man was so drunk that he lay down all the money he had on him and a ticket for the HMS Titanic. Ben could believe his luck, he just had to win this game. He now also knew where he was, Southampton, where the Titanic was docked.
The man sat down opposite Ben. "All or nothing, ok?"
"Agreed," Ben hoped he wasn't going to lose all the money he had put in.
The man went first and rolled a five and a four, which could be difficult to beat. The man looked triumphant, even if he was still drunk.
Ben picked up the dice and muttered a pray to however might be listened and rolled. Why had he agreed to this game? Then the dice stopped on two sixes. Ben quickly picked up his winnings, his ticket aboard the Titanic, and ran before the drunk man could protest, he'd won fair and square and then he noticed all the people watching from the shadows. He hadn't been as alone as he thought he was in the alley. Glancing back once Ben saw the man still sitting on the cobbled path, still staring at the two sixes on the dice.
Despite the fact that it was the dead of the night, Ben was suddenly wide- awake and kept on running for sometime, just to get away from the alley. He'd be playing no more games of chance tonight, he was not going to risk his ticket to freedom. He was once again heading out to the horizon, and he was loving it. He made it to the dock quite easily and saw the Titanic for the first time. It was massive. And unsinkable.
Finding a quiet corner, Ben once again pulled his knees to his chest but this time he rested his rucksack on his knees and his head on his rucksack. No way was he leaving the rucksack available for anyone to nick. This thing contained his ticket to freedom, his ticket on Titanic, which he had won in a game of dice.
Laying his head sideways on his rucksack Ben stared out at the ship; the ship of dreams and he was carried off to sleep and the land of dreams.
When sunlight finally penetrated through his eyelids the next morning the dock was already bustling. Today was the day that the Titanic set sail!
Ben stood up and stretched and rubbed his eyes. He wanted to buy some things to add to his meagre possessions. He bought some dice of his own and a pack of marbles, maybe he'd be able to do some more gambling on the Titanic. On an afterthought he also bought a back of cheap hard-boiled sweets, he'd need something to eat on the voyage.
He then quickly made his way back towards the dock where the Titanic was waiting. He had his rucksack firmly on his back and his ticket in his pocket.
Finding the steerage entrance he showed the man at the hatch his ticket and when asked if he had been through baggage clearance he said yes automatically all the while wondering what that meant. However he didn't care, he was on the ship of dreams and he was leaving the country. He made his way up to the viewing deck and stood at the rail watching all the people waving the boat off. He didn't know anyone down there, so he didn't wave. He also didn't know anyone on board. For now.
Please, please, please review! This is only the introductory chapter, it will get better, I promise!