A/N: Hello everyone. This story was inspired by the song "Daughter of the Sea" by Laura Bailey.

I have wanted to write a fanfic involving Charles Lightoller for a while, ever since reading his auto biography "Titanic and other Ships." It is in this book that you see Lightoller for the fun life loving and amazingly brave individual that he was.

I hope you enjoy this story and please read and review.

The Daughter of the Sea.

It had certainly been a long day; it was one of those days which made me wonder why I even put up with things. For those of you who do not know me, my name is Sybil Harrison, I am a waitress at the prestige Waldorf Astoria. A wonderful place to work. Or at least that is what you would think, right? A prestigious hotel with a name that bore the weight of gold. Well the reality of it was quite different. It was a place of stress, not only were the customers demanding, but the others I worked with tended to be just as heavy handed. And it had been just such a day. Everything thing that I had done today seemed to have been worthy of criticism. Leaving me with the feeling of just wanting to make it stop.

I had been on my way home, when my world started spinning, making me feel like the walls of my world were closing in on me, and leaving me with the utter devastating feeling that I was unable to cope. So, with an effort to get some sanity back in my life I had driven to the one place where I often found comfort. The ocean. And that is where I was now. Calling out to the spirits and hoping against hope that someone would answer. And then I heard it, just as I was ready to give up returning home and get ready for another day of work,

"Sybil." It was so soft that I almost mistook it for the wind, but it was there. Smooth and melodic. I looked around but could not see anything. Maybe I had been right, maybe it was just the wind that was playing tricks on my mind. "Sybil." The voice came again, this time stronger and more determined, and yet again no one was around.

"Hello?" I called out carefully, afraid of what I would encounter. I knew that the rational thinking would tell me that nothing would happen. But, hey I had seen enough horror movies to enable my mind to conjure 100 ways that something awful would happen in this moment. So, hoping against hope that no one would answer me and that it was all in my mind. 'come on Sybil get yourself together. It is just the wind.' What I did not know was that it was so much more than the wind, and I would soon discover the full extent of the forces that were at play.

Turning I began to walk back to the car, but I would not get far it was as if there was a force that was holding me back. "Sybil, stay, come to me child!" I froze in terror. This time I knew that I was not imagining. The voice was crisp and clear. Thundering over the skies, that had now turned a dark blue, almost the colour of night. Colour of the night at noon. Something that I knew was not possible. Looking around me I could see that the ocean had also come to life in a most angry way. The waves chopped and the wind blew. And, all the while reason told me to flee. However, my heart told me something else. My heart told me to go to the ocean, to follow the voice. To find answers to what was going on. "Yes, come to me child." The voice said again. It sounded so familiar. "Do you trust me child?" A rational mind would have said no, but the power over me grew only stronger.

"Yes." I replied, and although I could not see it, I could almost hear the voice smile. And with that the ocean swelled once more and then I saw it. One single rogue wave raised from its base and raced towards me. I tried to run but my body would not respond. "Let go child." The voice said in a weird ominous twist. And with that it took me. Engulfing me in one single sweep, I was gone, engulfed in the darkness of the sea.

"Wake up Sybil."

"five more minutes." I replied to the voice. It was so nice and warm, that I wanted to stay a few more minutes in bed I did not want to get up now.

"Wake up child!" This time I could feel turbulence around my legs, and I tried to kick those pesky covers away. Why could they not let me lay in peace. But then again turbulent covers, that did not make sense! That was when it began to come back to me. The beach the voiced and the…rogue wave. With a start I woke up and was startled to find that I was not in my bed. But rather I was somewhere deep in the ocean. There was nothing but darkness around me. Except for a large red eye. I began to struggle, wanting to get away from the horrifying scene. But before I could get too far, I was stopped by dolphins that circled me. However, they did not appear to be the lovable creatures of film and stories. Rather these were quite the opposite. These were clearly warrior guardians of the sea.

It only took me one moment to know that I would not be going anywhere, but rather would have to face the entity before me. "Do not fear them child. They will not harm you. They are here to watch over you." It was the same voice as before, and now I knew that it was coming from the eye.

"Who are you?"

" You know who I am. You pray to me every night." He replied, as I racked my brain to try and find an answer. Prayed to him every night. But that would make him…

"Poseidon?" I asked in a whisper.

"Yes child."

"I am sorry Poseidon, but I did not expect you to be the form of a giant eye." It might have been an insult to a deity. But he merely laughed a deep rumbling laugh.

"I have many forms Sybil, this is merely my fluid form. But if it would help you, I can take that of another. Maybe something familiar will help you feel more comfortable." And just like that before my eyes he began to shift. From the single red eye to the form of a man with a trident. It was for sure the more classical image of the deity. "Is this better child?"

"Yes." I answered and then continued in an afterthought, "But why am I here? Am I dead?" It would certainly help explain why I could breath under water suddenly.

"No child but it is time to return home." He must have known what I was going to say next, but his answer would still send me into a profound shock. "Not back to your life here. No, your home is not in this time. You were sent here for your protection."

"My protection? What do you mean?"

"You were a very ill infant and sending you forward into time was the only chance I had to save you." Out of all the things that he could have said, that was not what I expected.

"Why would you want to save me? What am I to a deity like you?"

"You child are and always will be the daughter of the sea. Your destiny lies with the sea. You were born from the sea and you shall return to the sea."

"Return to the sea? I don't understand."

"Do not worry child, all in good time. Your destiny will unfold before you, but only when you are ready. Now child we are running out of time. Just remember that the sea will always be there for you. You are a part of it and it of you. Now wake up child. Wake up!"

"Wait please I have more questions!" but it was no use. Whatever power had held me there was now disappearing. I tried to fight it, but the more I tried the more I failed, until finally I woke up. Yet the world that I once inhabited was now gone. Replaced by chimeneas with coal fire and auto cars that looked like they were from an antique car show. Looking around I tried to place where I was, there must be more clues. One thing I knew for sure I was no longer in 2012.

"Miss Harrison." My train of thoughts was interrupted by a man, who turned out to be the driver of the auto car that I was currently sitting in. I did not have the time to acknowledge him as the shock was still to great. But it did not seem to phase the man in the slightest, and instead he handed me an envelope.

"This is for you Miss. It arrived just as we left the house." Desperate to discover more of where I was, I took the envelop eagerly from him. Stopping only to give a brief thank you. And within it I found a letter.

"March 30th, 1912

Briar Estate

New York

America

My dear sister Sybil,

We are so happy to receive news that you have booked passage on the Titanic.

Just think the maiden voyage of such a grand ship. What an adventure must await you. The preparations for the wedding are going splendidly. Harold has mercifully kept to himself and wisely left most of the planning to me.

Oh, sister it has been so long since we have seen one another and there is so much to tell you. But soon we will be together, and I can tell you all.
I have arranged for a car to pick you up in New York on the 17th of April to bring you to Briar Estate.

Till then sister be well.

Your loving sister,

Emily."

There were a few things that stood out at me in the letter for one the date that it was sent, and the other the single name of Titanic. It was now clear as to not only where I was but when I was too. I was in Southampton in 1912, about to board a ship doomed for disaster, and what an adventure indeed! I wanted to run, to return to my own time but I knew that that was not possible. Why would Poseidon send me here?

And then his words came back to me. "From the sea you came and to the sea you shall return." Was this what he meant? To die anyway at sea? But then why did he save me? Just as I was pondering these thoughts over and over. I could hear his voice in my head once more calling me from the sea that lay just a few hundred meters away. "Trust in us. You belong to see. Your destiny shall unfold when you are ready."

"Why father?" I whispered back.

"Trust my daughter." Was the only reply that I received.

If the driver thought me strange, he made no mention of it. Merely informed me that the ship would be leaving in an hour and that I should board before I missed my 'grand adventure.' So with that taking Poseidon's words into mind I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. Ready to face what lay before me.