Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 5 of Go That Far. I want to thank those who have left reviews for this story. It really does mean a lot to me that you guys are enjoying this story and enjoying these characters. We're finally into the movie part of this story. It'll be much different than you guys know it because I'm trying to add in a bunch of things to make this story as good as I can. I hope that you guys enjoy this next part of the story. Without further ado Chapter 5. ENJOY!
Chapter 5
The month with Raoul passed quickly and before they knew it the big day had arrived. It was the tenth of April and they were at the dock in Southampton being escorted onto the first-class decks.
Leaning forward so only Beatrice could hear, Melinda whispered, "Hey, as soon as the servants take our things to our cabins let's split. I wanna get a look around here."
Beatrice grinned and nodded slightly. And a few moments later, they did just that. Both of them
giggling, they began roaming the decks as soon as Raoul and the servants had turned their backs."This is amazing," Beatrice breathed as they weaved through the people scattered on the decks.
"I know! It's so cool!" Melinda replied enthusiastically.
"Hey, watch it," Beatrice hissed and put a hand over Melinda's mouth. "Remember, we aren't in 2012 anymore. You can't use slang like that."
"My bad . . . er, I mean, sorry Bumble Bee," Melinda offered her friend a crooked grin. "I can't help it though. You do realize we're living our lifelong dream right now, right?"
"I know," Beatrice smiled softly. "I guess I can't blame you for the slip-up. After all, I was thinking about it myself." She let out a soft chuckle as she slowly walked down the stairs.
"Exactly, and – oh, hell!" Melinda cursed loudly as she tripped over her dress and fell onto Beatrice, who in turn fell on someone else. "Oh, damn! Sorry Bea!" Melinda laughed as she pushed herself back up to her feet. She then helped Beatrice up and offered her hand to the man they had managed to knock down. "Sorry, sir. I'm always doing that, so don't take it personally."
"Quite all right, young lady." The man offered a kind smile and turned to look at Beatrice in concern. "Are you all right?"
Both women gasped as they recognized him. Thomas Andrews.
"I, um, I'm sorry," Beatrice mumbled and flushed slightly.
Melinda raised her eyebrow at this and giggled slightly. "Are you all right, Bea?" Melinda asked as she struggled to keep from full-out laughing.
Beatrice looked at Melinda with a look saying don't you dare laugh at me this was your fault. Her cheeks were still very pink from the accident that had just occurred. "I'm all right." She said shyly, even though truly she wasn't. Her ribs hurt from the way that she had fallen.
Melinda noticed the hurt in Beatrice's eyes. She bit the inside of her lip and mentally cursed herself for what had happened. This wasn't the first time that this has happened. It has happened a total of 19 times so far. 18 of those times was when Beatrice was trying to teach her how to dance since they were supposed to be proper first-class ladies. "Bea are you sure that you are all right?"
Beatrice's face flushed more. Beatrice mentally cursed herself. She wasn't any good when it came to talking to handsome men, she hadn't had a proper boyfriend in all 24 years of her life. She knew that Melinda knew this because Melinda had tried so many times to get the elder girl to go out on dates and she wasn't successful with this. She tried to form words, but nothing came out.
"Miss, are you sure you are alright?" Thomas asked her once again. His harsh Irish accent made her heart almost beat right out of her chest.
Melinda looked at Beatrice and knew that nothing was going to come out of her friend's mouth; her face was a bright cherry red; even underneath all the makeup that she was wearing. With how much stuff was actually going on they hadn't really had much time to talk about anything.
In 2012 it was close to this time in 1912. Melinda knew that Beatrice was fighting to talk and she couldn't form the words. Her birthday was coming up in a few short days, the 13th of April. Three days from today. "Oh, she'll be okay," Melinda covered for Beatrice and put her arm on her friend's shoulder, then removed it when she remembered it wouldn't exactly be proper in 1912. "She's just a little shy," Melinda gave her friend a small wink. "This is Beatrice and I'm her sister Melinda." Automatically she held her hand out to him for a handshake.
He looked at her as if she were concerned about her mental health, but only for a moment before he smiled kindly and shook her hand. He let out an amused laugh. "Well, it's lovely to meet you, Melinda. And you as well Beatrice. I'm Thomas Andrews."
Beatrice finally forced herself to speak. "Lovely to meet you as well, Mr. Andrews."
"Where were you ladies headed in such a hurry? Perhaps I could direct you there," he offered kindly.
Both girls grinned. They knew there was no 'perhaps' about it. Thomas Andrews knew Titanic better than anyone, he could direct them anywhere.
Melinda resisted her urge to say something smart-assed like she would've in 2012, and smiled kindly. "That would be wonderful, Mr. Andrews. Don't you think so, sister?" She grinned widely at Beatrice who just nodded and smiled. "We were just exploring, but if there's anything of interest you think we should see, we'd just love to hear about it."
Thomas smiled. "Well, you are more than welcome to join a tour of the Titanic that I will be giving later on once we have everyone aboard the ship."
Both girls looked at one another.
"We would love joining on the tour, Mr. Andrews." Melinda said, putting a soft accent on her voice since she hadn't quite perfected it just yet. She knew that Beatrice's would be much harsher and more distinguished than her own.
Beatrice looked at Melinda. "I should go and check on Raoul." She told Melinda softly.
Melinda nodded her head.
"Excuse me..." Beatrice said softly. "I should really go... Raoul is probably looking for me."
Thomas felt his heart drop a little bit. Who was this Raoul? Was Raoul Beatrice's other half? "Have a good day Miss."
Beatrice curtsied and began to walk slowly.
"Bea... Tell Raoul that I will be there shortly." Melinda said with a smile.
"Oui? Je vais dire à Raoul que vous serez avec nous sous peu. Essayez de ne pas prendre trop de
temps." (Yes? I will tell Raoul that you will be with us shortly. Try not to take too long.)
Melinda smiled when she heard Beatrice speak in French. She thought it was one of the most wonderful things in the world to hear her best friend talk in French. It sounded so beautiful coming out of her mouth even with the harsh French accent that she had picked up. "Merci."
Beatrice nodded her head and began to walk once again to find their room to let Raoul know where Melinda was at and where she was as well. She didn't want Raoul to worry about them since he still didn't know that his sisters were truly dead.
"So, Raoul, is that your sister's husband?" Thomas asked casually once Beatrice was out of ear shot.
Melinda let out an unladylike laugh and shook her head. "No, Beatrice isn't married. Raoul is our brother, actually." She couldn't help but grin as she began walking along the deck with Thomas. As she would have said in 2012, he was majorly crushing on Beatrice.
"I see," Thomas nodded. Melinda could've sworn she saw a slight blush on his cheeks. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his watch to check the time. "Well, I'm sorry to leave your company so quickly, Miss, but I'm afraid I have to go speak to the captain. But perhaps you and Beatrice – and your brother if he'd like – could join me and a few other passengers for lunch tomorrow?"
"I'm sure they'd be delighted by the invitation, as I am," she replied, once again reminding herself to speak with an accent. How she hadn't been called out on it yet was a mystery to her.
"Wonderful, perhaps the four of us could meet by the grand staircase and we could all walk in
together," he smiled and bowed his head slightly.
"I look forward to it, Mr. Andrews. In the meantime, I hope you have an enjoyable afternoon," she replied and managed a small curtsey without falling.
After Thomas went off in the other direction, Melinda began to search for their cabins on B-Deck. Once she found it, she greeted Raoul quickly before making up an excuse to talk to Beatrice in private.
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This is the end of Chapter 5. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. I tried my best with writing it and making it as good as I could. I know that there is a long way for me to go when it comes to writing this story out. Hopefully, I didn't fail at writing this chapter out. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Reviews actually help me keep my muse and write stories. I hopefully will update you soon with the next chapter. Hopefully, it will be next week. Until next time.