April 14, 1912. 7:19 a.m.
Sorry dearest journal, I must have fallen asleep while I was writing. I think I was in the middle of explaining Jeremy opening one of the walls in the Turkish baths…
"So that's how you disappeared when my parents showed up."
"Yep! I use the walls and floors. My personal route throughout the ship." He pulled me through, then quickly closed the latch that he opened. "The builders built these passages without the designers knowing it." He grabbed my hand again, and started leading me down the darken passage way.
The passage way was only about four ft tall, so we had to crouch while walking down it. I had to follow behind Jeremy, because the passage wasn't big enough for two people to walk abreast. The walls were damp, with water dripping from the ceiling.
Jeremy explained that the passages where for safety routes leading to the deck in case of emergency. He explained why the builders didn't tell the designers.
"If White Star Line knew about the passageways, or "tunnels" they would destroy them thinking we would abandon ship in an emergency, and leave everyone to die." I stopped, and looked at him. A frightened look came over my face.
I wanted to tell him that my that father worked for White Star Line. I decided not to, because if Jeremy knew he was taking someone down these passages who had connections with White Star Line, he might feel betrayed, and hurt.
"Don't worry, if your frightened that the Titanic might sink, it wont. God can't sink this ship." He smiled at me. I think it was a smile, I can't really tell in the dark.
This is the part dearest journal, when I mentioned I was in Never land…
I felt like Wendy flying with Peter Pan. The ship was our Neverland. Jeremy took me to the boilers, through other first class passenger rooms. We played tricks on his Aunt and on the officers. The last place he took me was the deck.
"That was the most fun I ever had! Ever!" I came tumbling out from the latch from the floor. I ran over to side of the boat, and leaned over. "Air at last!"
I start waving my hand toward my nose, taking in the salty sea air. Two little boys who were by the latch saw us come up, glared at me. I gave them a spiteful look, and they went back to their game of tops.
"Lord Almighty! How long have we been down there? I feel like a fish out of water." He looked at me, his smile faded.
"Beats the rats out of me." Down the deck, Molly Brown was coming towards us with Rose's mother. I turned around, but not quick enough, because Molly saw me, waved and rushed toward me.
"Well look what the cat dragged in. How are you Ms. Winnie?"
"Hello Mrs. Brown, Mrs. DeWitt Buckater." I gave a little curtsy. Jeremy looked at me, then at Molly and Ruth.
"Missus." He gave a quick bow, his cap falling off. Molly gave a laugh and looked at me, "Hey Winnie who's your friend?" She turned to him and gave him one of her southern smiles. "Better watch it sonny, folks won't take kindly to anyone's hat falling of." She picked the hat up, gave it to him. "I like you. You should join us for tomorrows dinner. I hear that Dawson is joining us."
"Speaking of dinner, Ms. Morrill, it's 5:47, and your parents are looking for you." Ruth said interrupting. Then noticing Jeremy, "But looks like you've been found." She gave him a disgusting look like he was a bug and she wanted squish him. Just then, Rose appeared. "Rose there you are. Would you be so kind to escort Ms. Morrill back to her stateroom?"
"Yes mother. Come along Ms. Morrill." Rose grabbed my hand like I was baby, even though I'm five years younger than her. Rose and I talked about the weather and our homes by the lakes. We even got started on a conversation on Jack, but didn't get to finish it.
My parents ran out of the room and hugged me, told me how worry they were about me. Rose just silently left. I didn't know what happened to Jeremy. I was going to say something before Rose escorted me back to my room. I'm afraid what that vicious dog Ruth DeWitt Bukater did to him.
So that was what happened yesterday dearest journal. I got to see the tunnels of the Titanic. Nothing else happened that day, because for my parents worry I had to stay in my room. Eddy got to stay with me. I told him what happened. He didn't know what I was saying, thank goodness.
-Dearest journal, it's 8:19 a.m. and tonight is the dinner party. I'm going to go back to sleep, because I don't have to wake until 10:00. So dearest journal, I wish you a pleasant sleep.