Across The Oceans

It was a slightly windy day; John Laurens decided he boarded the RMS Titanic on April 10, 1912. He wrapped his beige coat tighter around himself and took the hand of his fiancée, Martha Manning. His father, Henry Laurens gave him a satisfied look and handed a ticket collector their tickets. This was the first 'family' vacation they had taken together in a long time, from what John remembered and he couldn't have felt more optimistic. He used his free hand to hold onto his sister's shoulder, His sister was clutching her brothers while his other two siblings were sulking next to his stern father.

Martha squeezed his hand and dragged him inside the huge ship, and as they strode through the hall, John couldn't help but marvel at the intricate artwork that hung on the vibrant walls. In fact, he was so mesmerized that he didn't notice that they were already in their suite.

"Jacky." Martha said firmly after John's father was out of the room. John snapped his attention to Martha.

"Yes?" He asked sheepishly.

"I said do you want to go to the deck with me?"

"Oh yes, of course." This time, it was Martha who took his hand. Now John couldn't say that he loved Martha, but he couldn't say he despised her either. They were friends. That's all they were. He assumed that she could say the same as well, as she never publically displayed much affection, other that holding his hand. And he was thankful for that.

He tightened his cravat so much that it was almost cutting off his air supply.

"It sure is windy outside, isn't it?" He said nervously as he escorted Martha (who was rolling her eyes) to the deck.

The Titanic hadn't left yet, so he could still hear hundreds of civilians cheering and waving at passengers. Yet one face stood out to him. It was a young man running to the ship's entrance, waving papers, shouting, "I'M THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE!"

Martha cringed at the sharpness of the man's voice and sat down in on of the chairs while John continued watching intently as the man stopped and practically threw his tickets into the ticket collector's hands. John sighed and sat next to Martha, running his fingers through his curly hair before letting the sound of cheers engulf him as the Titanic set sail.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry if this chapter is short, I just really wanted to write down John's feelings. I know it's not really much of a chapter, but hey, I've already drawn fan art for this thing so I might as well make this into a fanfic. I might or might not continue this (I probably will.) unless I get some kind of feedback, but thanks for reading this.