April 14th Year: XXXX

11:30 P.M

What was once a black sight ultimately becomes one that displays something different, the brows of the pinkette slowly open as her vision was blurry, having trouble seeing the area around her. Her vision slowly became clear as she found herself in some blanc colored room.

"Thank goodness you're awake madam! You looked like you were in some serious condition." A random voice vibrated through her ears, lightly groaning as she tried to force herself out of the comfy mattress.

"W…..Where the hell?" Her eyes forcibly came open in that instant, her killer instincts reacted by pushing this person away and rushing out of the room, escaping the cramped white cabin with three extra beds, one right above her and the other two by her left.

"Wait! Madam!" The voice called as it was leaving his chair and chasing after the pinkette.

The pinkette kept running until she slipped on a slippery surface and landed face first onto the ground.

"Ugh! S…..Stay away from…..Huh?" As the pinkette took a few seconds to collect her thoughts, staring down a large white corridor. Her breathing stabilized and the chill that was enveloping her frame slowly evaporated.

'Wait…...Where the hell am I?' She thought curiously to herself.

"Here! Are you okay madam?" The young voice called out as the pinkette turned her frame to see a young man with medium length brunette hair while wearing a white buttoned shirt, black vest.

"I don't need your help! And wait!" She answered rudely as she helped herself back up from the slippery wooden floor. Glancing upwards to find her pink irises meeting with his emerald ones.

"Where am I?" She asked, obviously wanting to know her current location and it wasn't an Imperial prison.

"Well…..My name is Joseph Harry and-"

"I never asked your name dumb-ass! Just the location!" Her teeth gritted slightly as her tone shifted to a rather threatening one.

"Wait! Location? Isn't that obvious? You're on the Titanic on her way to New York." The brunette answers as he slightly tilts his head in downright confusion.

"Titanic? Wait….I'm on an ocean liner?" Mine's eyes slightly widened as a reaction to his response. She's never really heard of such a name for a liner and New York is definitely not a city she's familiar with or has even heard of. The sounds of the engine powering the ship can be heard even from this room, speculating that their room wasn't far from the engine room.

"Y...Yeah. Did you lose your memory or something?" Joseph answered.

"No! What do you mean?"

"Well! You passed out on the deck so I brought you in." The brunette rubbed the back of his head while slowly chuckling.

"Passed out? No! I was in my bedroom, ready to fall asleep and now I'm on some ocean liner and everything feels sorta...real! It has to be some kind of dream!" The pinkette denied as her glare on Joseph kept getting stronger.

"Look! Miss! Are you okay? I can take you to the infirmary if you want?" Joseph asked calmly, this girl was rather strange now that he looks at her. Dressed like a first class woman and acting like a hot headed child and that fact that she carries that Asian appearance makes it even more strange.

"Look! I don't need an infirmary! I just need to know what's…...Wait! Where's Pumpkin?" Mine rushes into the cabin as she searches every section of his room, starting from underneath his bed.

"P….Pumpkin? It's April Miss….I'm not sure anyone would be carrying Pumpkins on this ship anyway." Joseph said as his head tilted even more from confusion.

"It's not an actual Pumpkin! It's the name of a massive…..You know what! Just forget about it!" Mine finishes as she stands back up. First she's in someone's cabin on a strange ocean liner and now her Teigu is missing. This can't get any worse…...Can it?

"Um….Your name Miss?" Joseph asked out of curiosity and the fact that he finds it tiresome to keep calling her by that name alone.

"Mine! The name is Mine." The pinkette answers while giving the boy a slightly angered glare.

'Mine? It sounds like a German name by the way it's pronounced. Strange…..She looks Japanese and yet she carries that name. Oh well! Guess it can explain her attitude a bit.' The brunette thought deeply as he reached for a glass of clear water, lightly grabbing the cup as he lends it to Mine.

"Huh? What is it now?" Her eyes widened lightly and her brows took a slight lift as she inspected the glass.

"Oh? Sure! Just give it to me!" Mine answers as she takes the glass of water and chugs the liquid down her throat, at the moment she was feeling thirsty for some random reason. The pinkette finishes the drink as she places it on the small wooden table, taking a short glance at Joseph.

"Say? What's the time?" The pinkette asked as she tilted her head, she wanted to know the exact time at least for the moment.

"It's about 11:38 right now. Why?" Joseph asked.

"No reason! I just needed to know the exact time." The pinkette answers. Suddenly a question popped up in her head.

"What's your reason for sailing on this ship?"

"Oh? That? Well….I'm just heading for Harrisburg to visit my grandfather. You? Wait….I'm sorry. You probably have amnesia at the moment so-"

"It's fine! I'm just heading to New York for a…..better life…" The pinkette interrupted as she had to come up with some excuse for him to buy. Hoping that her attempts to lie would work.

"Ah! I see. Understandable! So…..Where are your parents?" Joseph questioned the pinkette on a subject that shouldn't have been even a thought to his mind.

"Hey! Watch your tongue! I can take care of myself!" The pinkette responds as her teeth gritted, her fist shaking from the imminent anger.

"Hey! Relax Mine! I literally had no idea! I just met you and all….."

"Forget it! I think it's about time that I've explored certain areas of this vessel." Mine finishes as she places her hand onto the handle and swings it wide open.

"Wait! I don't think you should go out there this late!" Joseph advised but it was highly unlikely that the pinkette would listen, considering her personality.

"And? Nothing's stopping me!" She defied as she left the room but not before her wrist was grabbed and slightly pulled towards him.

"Fine! But allow me to escort you there! You might not remember the geography of the ship." Joseph said with some concern in his voice.

Titanic's Starboard Bridge Wing

11:39 P.M

First Officer William M. Murdoch's eyes were fixated on the horizon, a freezing chill brushing against his jacket as he was keeping an eye out for any foreign objects that could come within the ship's path. Given charge of the bridge for the moment being as the captain went off to rest in his cabin. The ocean was as calm as a lily pond and hardly any winds were brushing against the ship tonight.

Just then, Murdoch saw something directly ahead, far darker than the darkness displayed tonight. His eyes close a bit as he leans towards the deck to get a better look of the object. Every second it grew closer and closer until it became a serious issue. It was an Iceberg that the ship was sailing towards with the speed of about Twenty Two knots. The sound of warning bells ring through the officers ear.

Overwhelmed by a rush of fear, Murdoch rushes towards the wheelhouse, opening the door and making a quick order.

"Hard to Starboard!"

The quartermaster was already turning the wheel in the port direction, coming to a direct halt.

"Hard over!"

The phone from the lookouts rang intensely as an officer rushed to respond but the warning has already been taken into account.

"All Stop!" Murdoch shouts out another order as the engine telegraph is pulled to "Stop".

Rushing back towards the bridge wing and to wait for the ship to lean to port. The ship refused to turn and it was almost right on top of it but at the last second the ship leaned but it was too late.

The huge olympic class liner stuck the berg on her starboard side, causing the areas closest to the ship to quiver violently from the blow. The bridge wing was shaking underneath Murdoch's hands as his eyes were still fixated on the huge berg. The wheel in the wheelhouse quivered from the impact and the quartermaster glanced with dread.

Cargo Room

11:40 P.M

Deep within the cargo room, the two crew members were looking within the room. It was unknown what they were looking for but a job was a job. Suddenly, some plates in the steel frame gave way as a huge surge of water cascaded into the room as the two men lost their footing and were carried away by the rushing sea.

Starboard Bridge Wing

11:40 P.M

Murdoch widened his eyes but quickly turned towards the wheelhouse.

"Hard to Port!" Shouting out orders to prevent any more damage being done to the vessel.

"Hard to Port!" The quartermaster replied as he immediately turned the wooden wheel to the right.

He stared in awe as small pieces of the berg fell right onto the well deck, his eyes still following the huge berg.

A rush of adrenaline suddenly coursed through the officers frame within that instant and ran towards the wheelhouse, entering the building and flipping the switch to close all of the watertight doors within the ship.

Seconds passed as some relief passed over Murdoch, turning towards a fellow officer.

"Note the time. Enter it in the log."

As the grinding noise died away all together, Captain Edward Smith rushed into the bridge from his cabin just close by the wheelhouse.

"Mr. Murdoch, what was that?"

"An iceberg, sir. I hard-a-starboarded and reversed the engines and I was going to hard-a-port around it but she was too close…..I couldn't do any more."

"Close the emergency doors."

"They're already closed."

The doors were designed to trap the flow of water and prevent it from reaching other areas of the ship, trapped inside a watertight bulkhead. This sense of fear started to overcome every crew member in the room at the moment. It was clear to them that somethings up right now and it can't be good.