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Miranda ripped open the envelope the moment she'd settled herself in the front seat of Lizzie's car. Her almond brown eyes quickly skimmed each line and she finally jerked her head up with an excited sigh. "We have to do this, guys."
"Neither of you two found that odd?" Gordo sighed.
"What was weird about it?" Lizzie demanded, sliding her seatbelt over her shoulder and locking it into place. She clicked on the radio and adjusted the mirror so she could see his worry filled face.
"Do I need to remind you two about what happened in 1912?"
"We saw the movie, we know," Miranda stated. "Ship sank, not enough lifeboats, people died. But this is the new millennium, Gordo. You heard him; the technology offered now can detect an iceberg when we're leaving port. You of all people should jump at this opportunity, Gordo! It's history in the making. The ship is built exactly like the original, except a larger deck space."
"You could take your video camera and document the whole thing," Lizzie stated. She looked over her shoulder and guided the car from the space. "We're officially adults, and this is the trip of a lifetime. Just think of the opportunities. Not only is it a free vacation, we'll get to see the ocean, and sail across it for free. We'll get to see exactly what the first Titanic was like."
The backseat was silent.
A look of determination crossed Lizzie's face as she shrugged. "You know what, if you don't want to go, don't. Miranda and I will."
A grin covered Miranda's face as she whirled around in her seat to face Lizzie. "You mean it?"
Lizzie's blue eyes darted to the mirror landing on Gordo's concerned expression. "What are you worried about Gordo? Please, explain it to me because I'm really trying to understand."
He took a deep breath in the back, his raven head falling against the cushion of the seat. When he finally pulled his head back up, he glanced out the window first, then at his best friends. "First, if it really is this wonderful historic moment, why haven't we heard more about it? Second of all, it's one huge jinx. The original Titanic sank, a lot of people died. And Hollywood capitalized on it. And that's what's happening now."
"It's not like there's going to be a lack of lifeboats," Miranda stated. Gordo leaned up and realized she was reading from a pamphlet. "The hull is made of a stronger steel, and there's enough room in lifeboats for everyone."
"Gordo," Lizzie stated. "You said that if you found anything suspicious...I made a deal with you. Bad feelings and jinxes aside, did you find anything wrong?" She guided the car into the parking spot in front of her parents' house, put the car into park and turned around to face him.
Gordo let out a very long winded sigh. "No. Okay. I found nothing wrong. They had certificates, and degrees...and I found out information last night on the internet. Previous customers, and reviews from magazines and newspapers." He closed his eyes and twisted up his mouth. "I just think it's a bad idea."
A smile tugged at the rosy corners of Lizzie's mouth as she stopped at a red light. "Does that mean you'll go?"
Gordo let out a long sigh and nodded. "I'll go."
Miranda let out a loud whoop as she leaned back against the seat. "Forget Cancun, we're going across the ocean baby!"
Lizzie laughed as she looked at her friend. "Cancun?"
Miranda rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that's were Kate and all her friends are going over spring break. We get to sail across the ocean."
Lizzie's eyes lit up in a gleeful smile. "Imagine her reaction. It's going to be great. While she's partying in Mexico—"
"We'll be freezing our butts of in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean," Gordo murmured.
"We'll be making history," Lizzie stated, choosing to ignore him. She ripped open her own information kit and skimmed the information. "When do we sail?"
"April tenth," Gordo muttered, his hands covering his face. "And if I'm guessing correct, it's probably a Wednesday."