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Italics are thoughts Bold is flashback

Chapter 1: The Ship of Dreams

As Sora sat in the elegant car, she wondered what Titanic would be like. Her ruby eyes had a faraway look. It was supposed to be the grandest ship of its time, and any other time too, actually. It was to have 'The Grand Staircase', a wonderful and romantic setting available only to first class passengers as she was. It was unsinkable, and the largest ship in the world.

But it's still a slave ship. Sora thought. It's bringing me to the United States in chains.

"Sora, darling we've arrived." Her fiancé Cody stated, snapping Sora out of her deep thoughts.

Cody helped her out of the car, even though she was perfectly capable of doing it herself. That was the way her life was, being guided and waited on hand and foot. She was dressed in a fashionable hobble skirt and large hat. Silk gloves were covering up feminine hands, and a pearl necklace showed off her milky skin. Even though she was dressed appropriately (according to her mother) she wasn't ready to act perfect.

"It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania at all." She knew she was being difficult, but that was quite the point.

"Don't be ridiculous" Cody stated, "She's over 100 feet longer than the Mauritania, and far more luxurious." He said this with a pompous air, as if were one of the only people deserving to be on a ship like this. He added, "Your daughter is far to hard to impress." Cody was now speaking to Sora's mother.

Sora felt like breaking out in tears, as she always did when thinking sbout her father. She wanted him, who would never force her into anything. Her father had passed away after being very sick. She wished he would be here to stop her from marrying for money and valuable items. Her mother was using her to up her social status (Cody was heir to millions of dollars from his father) in a way that her father would never be able to bring himself to do. Sora stayed composed, as she was ALWAYS to be. She took a deep breath and walked with him to the grand ocean liner.

Matt's golden hair absorbed whatever sunlight could make it into the tiny pub. He kept his face poker straight, even his cerulean eyes showed no emotion. He swapped a card with the person beside him, then dropped one card and picked up another. He let out a deep breath; time to see what everyone had.

He looked at what was at risk. There was Tai's father's stopwatch, Matt and Tai's small amounts of money, but most importantly, two tickets for the White Star Line's most exquisite ship yet, R.M.S. Titanic.

"Moment of truth" he said, "someone's life is about to change. Tai?"

"Nothing…" Tai said obviously disappointed with himself. He nodded to the tall man next to him. Joe dropped his cards revealing nothing of use to him. The next man, Davis, showed his cards fanned out to Matt.

"Uh oh," Matt said, "two pair. I'm sorry Tai…"

"What do you mean? There's all of our money right there!" Tai yelled.

"I'm sorry, Tai, but you're not going to see your mom again for a long time. Cause we're going to America! Full house boys!" Matt exclaimed, revealing his hand, which was a full house. As the lucky pair exclaimed in delight, Joe stood up and grabbed Matt's shirt. Matt recoiled, but he needn't have worried. Joe's punch was not aimed at him, but at Davis, the one who had selfishly bet the tickets. Joe hit his mark, causing Davis to fall to the floor, caught off guard.

Then Tai screamed, "I'm going to America!" Then he kissed the tickets and waved them around.

"Titanic goes to America in 5 minutes." The aging bartender pointed to a clock behind the highly polished counter. Sure enough, it read 10:55.

"Oh, shit!" Matt exclaimed scooping up what was a lot of money for them, and making sure Tai had the tickets. He started running quickly and made the bell above the door tinkle as they left. Matt slung a bag containing everything he owned over his shoulder, not caring that he could have only what he could carry. Not caring that he had no family, and only one true friend. He cared only for the new horizon, and that would start with the grand Titanic.

Not having time, Matt and Tai ran straight to the ship, narrowly avoiding a large horse with glossy chestnut hair. Matt veered right and dashed up the gangplank, chest heaving. An officer was at the top to meet them.

"Have you been through the inspection queue?" The crisply dressed man inquired.

"Of course," Matt lied, thinking quickly, "Anyways, it doesn't matter, we're Americans. Both of us." This was only part true. Matt was Canadian, but Tai was native to Ireland. Even so, the man motioned for them to jump the small distance that would bring them into the ship.

The pair found their way to the decks, to wave to everyone on the land.

"Do you know any of them?" Tai questioned, and laughed merrily. "I sure don't!" Tai's accent was obvious and heavy. It was a good thing he hadn't opened his abnormally big mouth when they entered the 'ship of dreams'.

"No, but who cares?" Matt laughed along with Tai, savouring the moment, it was one to remember. Actually, anything on this ship was well worth remembering, down to the little details like the colour of the bedspread. Still waving wildly, Matt flashed a dazzling smile to everyone below. This is bliss. Matt thought, and his happiness seemed too large to be contained inside of him.

They felt the decks lurch lightly into motion, and then the movement subsided, starting the trip off smoothly.

Matt ran to the bow of the ship, and stepped onto the first bar of the rail. He looked down (he had never been afraid of heights) to see a couple dolphins leaping happily in front of the humongous ship. Tai had followed him and watched them as well.

Matt spread his arms above his head and yelled, "I'm the king of the world!"

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