this my new storie which is based on titanic.
it's not going to be the same as the movie and
the end..is totally going to be different.
so here is the stary..
warning: different than the movie and M for some situations.
Chapter 1 Peyton Sawyer
Grandma... Please tell me the story...how you and Grandpa Met? Sarah Said with a smile.
Again? aren't you getting tired of it? The old woman said smiling.
No..besides its interesting and very romantic..Sarah said with a dreamy eyes.
You act like a child, my dear... but alright.. let see...The woman said thinking carefully how to begin
Wait..hold on...just a sec...Alright..Sarah said after grabbing a bag of chips.
Now you can start..ooh..can't wait..She said happily sitting on the sofa, clapping her hands together.
Alright..honey...the old woman said teasingly while sitting next to her.
It's been 84 years..and i can still smell the fresh paint. the china had never been used.
the sheets had never been slept in.
Titanic was called the ship of dreams. and it was. it really was.
( flashback) Southampton, England, April 1912.
It is almost noon on ailing day. A crowd of hundreds blackens the pier next to Titanic like ants on a jelly sandwich.
On the pier horse drawn vehicles, motorcars and lorries move slowly through the dense throng. The atmosphere is one of excitement and general giddiness. People embrace in tearful farewells, or wave and shout bon voyage wishes to friends and relatives on the decks above.
A white renault, leading a silver-gray Daimler-benz, pushes through the crowd leaving a wake in the press of people. Around the handsome cars people are streaming to board the ship, jostling with hustling seamen and stokers, porters, and barking white star line officials.
The Renault stops and the Liveried driver scurries to open the door for a young woman dressed in a stunning white and purple outfit, with an enormous feathered hat. She is 17 years old and beautiful, regal of bearing, with piercing green eyes.
It is the girl in the drawing. She looks up at the ship, taking it in with cool appraisal
I don't see what the fuss is all about, it doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania.
A person valet opens the door on the other side of the car for Dan Scott, the 45 year old heir to the elder Scott's fortune.
Dan is handsome(ew)Arrogant and very rich
You can be blase about some things,Peyton, But not about titanic. it's over a hundred feet longer than the mauritania
and far more luxurious, and i believe way better than that old is new and has potential to make the
headlines as the greatest ship ever.
Dan turns and gives his hand to Peyton's mother, Ellie Harper, who desends from the touring car.
Ellie is a 40ish society empress, from one of the most prominent California families. She is a widow, and rules her househould with iron will.
your daughther is much too hard to impress, Ellie.
Looking at the ship in front of her. so this is the ship they say is unsinkable, Ellie said in awe.
It is unsinkable..the god himself couldn't sink this ship. it's the ship of our dreams right.
Right...Ellie said with a smile still staring at the ship.
Sir, you'll have to check your bagage through the main terminal, round that way-
Dan nonchalantly hands the man money.
I'll put my faith in you.. he whispered .
the porter nodded his head. yes sir..
oh..and one more thing...dan said with a smile...please be carefull with our stuff.. he said before turning away from him.
We'd better hurry. this way, ladies.
he indicates the way toward the first class gangway. they move into the crowd.
Brooke Davis, Peyton's Maid, hustles behind them, laden with with bags of her mistress's most recent purchases... things
too delicate for the baggage handlers.
Dan leads, weaving between vehicels and handcarts, hurrying passengers ( mostly second class and steerage) and well -wishers.
most of the first class passengers are avoiding the smelly press of the dockside crowd by using an elevated boarding bridge, twenty
feet above.
they pass a line of steerage passengers in their coarse wool and tweeds, queued up inside movable barriers like cattle in a chute.
A health officier examines their heads one by one, checking scalp and eyelashes for lice.
Honestly Dan, if you weren't forever booking everything at the last instant, we could have gone through the terminal instead of running
along the dock like some squalid immigrant family, Ellie said annoyed.
All part of my charm,Ellie, he said with a smile. at any rate, it was my darling fiancee's beauty rituals which made us late.
As if..Peyton thought bitterly not bothering to look at him.
You told me to change..
I couldn't let you wear black on sailing day, sweatpea. its bad luck..Dan said now walking slower.
how dare he...
I wanted to wear black because its my favorite colour she said frustrated.
Dan guides them out of the path of a horse-drawn wagon loaded down with two tons of oxford marmalade, in wooden cases, for
Titanic's Victualling Department.
Here i've pulled every string i could to book us on the grandest ship in history, in her most luxurious suites... and you act as if you're
going to your execution. live a little Rose..its time to enjoy ourselfs..
Ignoring Dan Peyton looks up as the hull of Titanic looms over them... a great iron wall, Bible Black and Sever.
Dan motions her forward, and she enters the gangway to the D Deck doors with a sense of something overwhelming dread.
(end flashback)
(Present)
It was the ship of dreams... to everyone else. To me it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains.
Outwardly i was everything a well brought up girl should be. inside..i was screaming.
Sarah looked at her grandma...listening with a small smile upon her face.
Lucas Scott and Nathan Scott, both about 25, exchange a glance as the other two players argue in swedish.
Lucas is American, Just like his younger brother, a lanky drifter with his hair a litte messy and a little bit too long for the
standers of the time. he is also unshaven, and his clothes are rumpled from sleeping in them.
he is an artist, and has adopted the bohemian style of art scene in paris. he is also very self-possessed.
the two swedish continue their sullen argument, in swedish.
You Stupid Fish head. I can't believe you bet our tickets, Derek said angrily.
You lost our money. I'm just trying to get it back. now shut up and take a card. Jake said slightly pissed off.
The guys continued.
Hit me again,Derek..Lucas said looking at Derek. He takes the card and slips it into his hand.
Nathan licked his lips nervously as he refuses a card.
Bills and coins shattered on the table, this has been going on for a while. sitting on top of the money are a two 3rd class tickets for
RMS Titanic.
The Titanic whistle blows again. final warning.
This is it boys...the moment of the truth. Somebody's life's about to change. Lucas said now looking at them.
Nathan puts his cards down. so do the swedes. Lucas holds his close, frowning.
Let's see.. Nathan got nothing.. Jake, you've got an squat. Derek, uh oh... two pair...mmm.
Lucas turned over to Nathan. Sorry...
What sorry? what you got? you lose my money? Nathan said panicking and mad at his brother.
Sorry..Lucas said carefully...you're not gonna see your mother for a very long time...
He slaps a full house down on the table, grinning like a idiot.
Cause you're going to America ! Full house Boy..Lucas said happily...
Nathan's screamed...Yeah...assholes.. he hugged Lucas.
Pulling back Lucas took the money and the tickets..
Sorry boys, three of a kind and a pair. I'm high and you're dry and.
looking at Nathan with a grin on his face.. we're going to ...America! they both said with a large smiles on their faces
Derek balls up one huge farmer fist, Cursing in swedish.. ready to hit Lucas in his face,
he squinted his eyes waiting for the impact
before opening his eyes slowly, seeing Derek punches Jake.
Lucas smiled Kissing the tickets, then jumps on Nathan's back and rides him around the pub.
Going home.. the land of freedom and the home of the real hot-dogs.. Can you believe it Nate?
On the freaking Titanic.. we're riding in high style now.! we're practically goddamned royalty
Yeah..we're defentily are royalty..god dammit Luke..we're going home..Nathan said.
No mate... Titanic goes to America.. in Five 5 minutes..The pubkeeper said.
Hi there..
Im back with a new story. well like i said its just like titanic but i'm going to rewrite it differently.
please read and review
more coming soon!