April 19th

We arrived in New York at 8:30, the rain still bounding down on us. Gracie and I gathered around on the boat deck. The Statue of Liberty looked so solemn, against the dark night sky, the rain.

A flash of lights greeted us as we docked. Many might have thought it was lightning, seeing as it was raining so hard, but it was the flash of many camera's.

As soon as we stepped onto the gangway herd of questions surrounded us. "Where you on the Titanic? Can you give details?" I ignored them, and kept moving.

There were men all around, with names of survivors. Frantic women where seeing if their loved ones had made it. I passed a blonde girl who was crying, asking a man if 'Erik Dugan' had survived.

His name stopped me dead in my tracks.

Was it the same Erik Dugan?

"No, I'm sorry, but he didn't, miss," he said, consolingly.

I couldn't help myself, but the question blurted out. "Are you Emma Porter?" I asked the girl. She noticed me for the first time.

"Yes, why?" She asked, confused.

I bit my lip. "I was Erik's sister." I said, closing my eyes, letting the words flow from my mouth.

"You're Hannah?" She asked eagerly. I nodded. All of a sudden she had her arms wrapped around me, and was crying into my shoulder.

"You're brother was such a great man," she sobbed, pulling away from me. I just nodded, seeing as it was hard to do much more. As she let go of me, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to find Gracie.

"Here," she said, holding out a sheet of paper. "It's my address, so we can keep in touch. I need to go now. Good-bye Hannah," She gave me a quick hug, and run off to hers and Daniel's parents. I slipped the paper into this diary, and looked hesitantly at Emma.

"You have no where to go, do you?" She whispered. I shook my head.

"Ok," she said, her voice full of understandment. "You will come and live with me. I have enough money, I think, to take care of us both."

"Why?" I asked. This women didn't even know me, and was offering me to live with her.

"Well," she said, "You probably were going to, anyway, due to your brother. And it's the least I can do. I don't think Erik would want his sister out on the streets." I smiled at her, and felt a huge wave of gratitude.

She didn't live far. We walked to her house, which was small, and had three rooms. Her great-grandfather was a rich man, or something like that, so she has her fair share of money.

And that leads us to the present. I am here, at Emma's house. I have my own bedroom, with a big window allowing me to see the city. The city seems a lot brighter now, knowing that in some way I am safe.

I think that this is going to be my last entry. I came, essentially, to America to start my life over. How can I do that, using the same diary, a diary holding such deep memories.

Emma has supplied me with another tablet, and told me she herself keeps a diary.

But I shall never forget the events this diary holds. I shall never forget how wonderful our staterooms were, or the misty ocean breeze. I will never forget the faint smell of fresh paint that the Titanic gave off. I will never forget the large dining saloon, and the wonderful food. I wont forget the people in steerage, how lively they were that night, of the party; how were they to know that in a day or so most of them would be perished? I shall never forget that night, and the band playing, the coldness of the air, the cries. I shall never forget any of those special, rich people. I shall never forget Gracie. I will never forget Erik, or Daniel.

And I will never forget the Ship of Dreams.

A/N: I know, this chapter was short. Yes, this was the end. I'm going to write an epilouge, though. . I really, really hoped you liked it. . This story means a lot to me, so please review!