April 11th

Last evening we stopped in Cherbourg, France, and picked up new passengers. One of them was John Jacob Astor who is said to be the richest man on the ship! Daniel pointed him and his wife, Madeline (who is eighteen and "in a delicate condition") before dinner. After dinner, Daniel and I talked some more. We started out on the boat deck, but it was rather chilly, so we came inside. Before I went back to my stateroom to turn in for the night, Daniel kissed me good-night on my cheek!

Erik came to my stateroom shortly after to say good-night with a great mug of hot chocolate. I asked him about his fiancé, Emma.

"Oh, She's wonderful!" He told me, a far away look in his eyes. "She smart, and she's beautiful, and witty. She reminds me of you." He said. I smiled. "She is amazing, really." He said, again.

"Is she rich?" I asked, laughing.

"Oh, somewhat. Her great grandfather was rich."

"Are you rich?" I asked.

"I have enough money to pay for your education, and you would never have to work a day in your life, but still have enough money."

"Well," he said looking around, "I will go. I have other passengers to attend to. Goodnight!" He left me smiling after him.

It is actually very odd for me. I went from spending all my time with my brother, to barely even knowing his name. There was a time when I was living with my grandparents when I forgot I had an older brother all together. Now, though, he is here, taking me back to America to start over new. I wonder what surged the sudden interest in me? Whatever it is, I am glad to be here, on the Titanic, with my brother. And with Daniel.

X

I awoke this morning to the shine of the sun in my room. Today we docked in Queenstown, Ireland, to pick up the rest of our passengers and mail. Daniel and I were up on the deck when we docked. All of our Irish passengers are third class. It's a little bit sad, if you think about it.

Daniel told me that his grandparents live in Ireland, but died a little while back. He found it interesting that I lived with my grandparents since I was five.

We left Ireland, and sailed full steam ahead, into the vast ocean that seemed to go on forever in all directions.

"Hannah?" Daniel asked, as we walked around the boat deck.

"Hmm...?" I asked, sitting down on one of the deck chairs in the gleaming sun, studying two children play with a yo-yo and rubber ball. I saw Daniel sit in the chair next to me out of the corner of my eye.

"You have very pretty eyes," Daniel said. I was knocked out of my trance by his words; I turned to face him.

"Why thank you, Mr. Smythe..."

"...Please, call me Daniel!"

I laughed slightly, "But of chouse, Daniel, my eyes cannot be any more 'pretty' as yours." We both smiled broadly.

"I think I really like you, Hannah," Daniel whispered, starring out to sea.