BPOV

"Come on, Bella, it's time to board the ship," my mother called to me. I stepped out of the automobile with my carry on in my hand.

"Let me get that for you, miss," a gentleman said. I gave a fake smile to him as he carried my bag off. I looked up to the grand ship that now stood before me. The Titanic they called it. "Ship of Dreams".

My mother recently decided to go back to America in search for a new husband to take care of her. She insisted that my sisters and I get married to rich men in assurance to our survival. How pitiful she seemed sometimes when she would ramble off about such things.

"Oh smile, Bella. Look where we are. The grandest ship that has ever been made!" my sister Alice exclaimed. She and her husband Jasper had agreed to come. Jasper was an extremely wealthy man known throughout America for the mills that he owned.

"Yes, Bella, smile," my other sister Rosalie said. She too was married to a rich mill owner named Emmett and they had agreed to come in order to explore the wonders of the ship and check on their mills.

"Hum! This ship doesn't look that big to me," I pouted in an attempt to be annoying.

"Being stubborn again?" asked my fiancé Mike. I had no desire to marry him, but my mother insisted since he was the first rich man to ask for my hand. I gave him the same weak smile I had given the gentleman earlier.

"It really doesn't look that big," I continued.

"Bella, this is the grandest ship of the century. Sometimes you are impossible to please," he mused as he wrapped his hands around my waist. "Just think of it. Riding in first class on a ship like this."

I wiggled myself free from his grasp.

"Oh, great," I smiled weakly as we walked closer to the ship.

"Your sister is impossible to impress," I heard Jasper mutter into Alice's ears.

I stomped off ahead of them. I heard Mike's feet pick up the pace to keep up with me. He wrapped his arm around my waist again.

"Listen to me," he whispered in my ear so no one but me could hear him. "I have been busting my ass to get us on this ship and you will appreciate it. Do you understand? No more moping, Bella, I mean it. I hope you don't continue this after we are married."

I stared at him in awe, that he had just cursed in my presence, ready to make my smart comment back, but I simply shut my mouth after seeing the danger in his eyes. He meant business.

"Good girl," he said condescendingly.

After boarding the ship and being shown to our rooms we began to prepare for our first stroll on the deck. My sisters and I were closed up in our dressing room. I had to admit the ship was grand. The nicest I have ever been on. The beds were new and never slept on, and the rooms added a nice home felt touch.

"I wish you would be more appreciative of Mike, Bella," Rosalie stated. "He is really working hard. I frowned and ignored her.

"Bella, Rosalie is right. You need to stop acting like a petty little brat because you can't have your way! The world doesn't revolve around you," Alice spat.

"So it revolves around you two then? Because you simply want me to behave on your benefits," I argued back. "This is all unnecessary. Him bringing us on this ship. Who wants to go back to America anyway?"

"Huh," both of my sisters sighed.

"You are impossible," Rosalie panted.

EPOV

I was sitting in this dingy bar with my hands behind my head, leaning in a chair. Today was some big event was going on outside about a ship leaving the Port. Who cares? Carlisle, my best friend, insisted that we go check it out. He was always rambling on about things like trains and ships. It didn't matter to me. I would never be able to afford to ride on any of those things.

"Carlisle, remind me never to let you drag me off to some event like this ever again," I sighed leaning back further in my chair.

"Oh come on, you are going to love it," he teased. Carlisle was not only my best friend, but also the only family I had. My mother and father died not long ago of some disease that swept across Chicago. I was distraught, so I snuck on a ship out to Europe where I found Carlisle. He wasn't the richest man around either. He and I struggled day after day to find a roof over our heads.

"Stupid ship," hiccupped a man sitting next to us who was beyond drunk. In his other hand beside the bottle were two tickets to the ship.

"Are you planning on going?" Carlisle asked the man curiously.

"No," he spat obviously pissed.

"You have tickets," Carlisle continued to ponder on the subject.

"Damn wife left me. We were supposed to go together. That little skank," the man rummaged on. Carlisle's face turned to mine with intuition in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking.

"Forget about it," I replied to him. He ignored my request.

"Excuse me, sir, but how much do you want for those tickets?"

"You can have them," the man hiccupped again handing them to Carlisle. "You better get a move on, the ship is supposed to leave in five minutes."

Carlisle grabbed my hand and yanked me from my chair. We began running through the crowd of people who were waving of their love ones. Carlisle gave me no chance to foe me to coax my way out of the predicament.

"Pick up the pace, Edward," he called back after me. "I won't let you make me miss this."

The ship crew letting the people on immediately stopped us.

"My, aren't we late?" the man in the uniform asked.

"Yes we ran through some complications," Carlisle informed.

"Come aboard," the man let us in taking our third class tickets.

Once we were settled in I decided it was time to put my foot down.

"Carlisle, what the hell?"

"Oh come on, would you wanted to have missed sailing on what they sat is the grandest ship ever? 'Ship of Dreams', Edward."

"Carlisle, I could care less about this damn ship or about dreams," I spat. It was the truth. My nights were restless and dreamless. Since my parents death nothing ever made me happy, wonder, or excited. The world was just a rational sphere.

"Edward, relax and enjoy this trip. For me please! I mean look at these accommodations. Pretty good for first class, huh?"

I glanced around at the room we were assigned. There were bunk beds and fresh sheets. The floors were clean as so the rest of the room. I had to admit this was better than sleeping in a dirty alleyway. I decided to make the best of this and explore the ship furthermore.

"I'm going for a walk," I told Carlisle seeing as I had no possessions to unpack. He stayed behind. A good thing about him was he knew when I needed my space.

The third class deck had a spectacular view of the Atlantic Ocean. I took in all the beauty of it like I never did anything else before. Maybe Carlisle was right; going to that bar that day had its advantages.

My thoughts were immediately interrupted by a crowd of people who ran to the railing to wave to their love ones as the ship departed.

"Oh, sorry, mister," a female voice spoke as she bumped into me. I was bout to curse but my parents had taught me never to curse when a lady was present.

"It's alright…are you waving to a love one?" I asked her.

"No…it just feels nice to wave," she claimed laughing. Her face was gentle. She had brown eyes and deep brown hair to match it and her face took the form of a heart. She then held her hand out to me. "I'm Esme."

"Edward," I replied taking her hand and shaking it.

"What about you? You have no one you want to wave to?"

"No."

"All by yourself too huh?" she asked actually concerned. I wanted to tell her it was none of her business, but a hand reached out and touched my shoulder.

"Who is your friend, Edward?" Carlisle asked me taking his hand off my shoulder to shake hers. She wasn't a friend of mine? Why did he ask that rhetorical question? It seemed like my annoyance would never end.

"I'm Esme," she beamed shaking his hand with enthusiasm.

"Well, Esme, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Carlisle," he greeted massaging her hand as he shook it. I couldn't believe the old fool. He was flirting.

"Well, you too should get acquainted. I'm going for another stroll," I said to them. I left them to their flirting as I walked across the deck.

Here we go again. Carlisle was about to sweet talk his way into another girl's heart. He was quite the romantic that guy. I, on the other hand, never found a girl that I took particular interest in. They were all the same, money thirsty humans who only cared about their selves. I was waiting for the day that Carlisle saw that and stopped all this foolishness.

I glanced up above me to get a good look at the first class deck. An angel stole my eyes that very moment. Who was that beautiful creature up there with that lovely twilight colored dress on? This is silly. She is a first class woman and has no interest with a broke hobo like me, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She leaned against the rail looking out at the sea of people we were leaving. Her brunette hair fell past her bare shoulders, and her brown eyes were captivating. She was the most beautiful thing my seventeen-year-old eyes ever saw.

She was not alone. A man stood behind her in a black suit. I prayed that was her father. My prayers were cancelled when he wrapped his hands around her waist and tugged her back inside the ship.

"Edward, you okay," Carlisle asked breaking me out of my trance.

"You look like you seen a ghost," Esme informed. She was almost right. I have seen something completely irrational, but it was no ghost. I saw an angel.