Previously:
You ruined the moment when you said that lousy line..Luke.
So...as silence filled the air...
So what? please finish your line Nathan said looking down at the dolphins.
Do you miss her?Lucas said seriously, following the dolpins as well
Chapter 3: Lucas Scott Sees Peyton Sawyer
I don't know man.. it's complicated..Nathan said, its just ..i thought i loved her
you dont? Lucas frowned, Nathan sighed.. well not in love.. not anymore.
and i thought i would be mad for feeling like this, which i was at first
but now...i just miss her like a friend.
well you can't help how you feel.. Nate.. but i'm glad you figured this out
anyways..let's forget this for now..let's enjoy our time on the ship Lucas
said smiling giving his brother a pat on his shoulder.
Palm Court Restaurant
And our master shipbuilder, Mr Keith here, designed her from the keel plates up, Ismay said pointing out to a
40 year old american to his right. Keith Anderson, of Harland and Wolf Shipbuilders.
Well, i may have knocked her together, but the idea was 's.
He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale, and luxurious in its appointments, that its supremacy
would never be challanged. And here she is... Keith said looking at Mr Ismay before looking at the group.
Your just being Modest.. you don't have to, without you there would be no Titanic, Mr Ismay said patting him
on his shoulder, Making keith turn his head away.
Well..if that's the story...Ellie muttered, ignoring the look her daughter send her .
One question though... Why're ships always bein' called she? is it because men think half
the women around having a big sterns and should be weighed in tonnage? Deb asked.
everyone laughed.
Well perphaps...Ismay said with a smile.
the waiter arrived waiting, Peyton took a cigarette from her purse
not caring about the rules and the warning looks her mother gave her.
You know i don't like that, Peyton Ellie whispered
She knows..Dan said suddenly looking at Peyton, taking the cigarette from her, shaking his head
in disaproval.
the waiter returned, now standing next to dan waiting for their orders.
We'll both have the lamb, Rare, with a little mint sauce, Dan said to the waiter.
You like lamp don't you sweatheart? Dan said smiling after the waiter left.
Peyton wanted to scream no, but just smiled at him.
Debb looked at Dan, holding her laughter in, it was obvious to her that Peyton
was irritated.
So, you gonna cut her meat for her too, Dan? Debb said looking at him.
Dan glared at her.
Hm..well who came up with the name Titanic? Debb said now turning to Ismay, Is it you Bruce( Ismay)?
hm..yes actually. I wanted to convey sheer size. and size means stability, luxury... and safety...
Do you know of Dr..Freud? his ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular
interest to you, Mr Ismay?Peyton said suddenly.
Peyton..Ellie said seriously glaring at her.
What mother i was just wondering that's all, Peyton said now looking at her mother for a moment before
glancing at Ismay.
Keith choked on his breadstick, supressing his laughter.
Excuse me..Peyton said suddenly, throwing the napkin on the table, before stalking away, leaving
a pissed off mother behind and a emberassed and mad husband behind.
I..apologize for my daughter's behaviour Ellie said slightly emberassed.
Well.. that sure was interesting, you sure you can handle her..?Debb said to Dan.
Dan looked like if it was nothing. Well, i might have to start minding what she
reads from now on Dan said annoyed .
Poop deck/After decks.
Lucas sits on a bench in the sun. Titanic's wake spreads out behind him to the horizon.
he has his knees pulled up, supporting a leather bound sketching pad, his only valuable possession
beside his writing book. Writing is something he wants to do in the future.
with crayon he draws quickly , using sure strokes.
An emigrant from Manchester named Cartmell and his 6 year old daughter
Cora standing on the lower rung of the rail.
she is leaning against his beer barrel of a stomach, watching the seagulls.
the sketch captures them perfectely, with a great sense of the humanity of the moment.
Nathan looks over Lucas's shoulder, he nods appreciatively.
Julian Baker, a scoweling young imigrant, watches as a crewmember comes by, walking
three small dogs around the deck. one of them, a black french bulldog, is among
the ugliest creatures on the planet.
That's typical. first class dogs come down here to take a shit.
it's disgusting how people can be.. Julian said looking irritated.
Lucas looks up from his sketch.
That's so we know where we rank in the scheme of things, Lucas joked.
Julian laughed..well i'm sure i'm better than those ugly doggs.
Lucas laughed... we all are.. Lucas said.
True...Nathan said nodding his head.
Lucas glances across the well deck. at the railing of B deck promenade
stand a blonde girl, in a long red dresss and white gloves.
his breath caught in his throat, still looking at her.
They are across from each other, about 60 feet apart, with the well deck
like a valley between them.
Peyton stares down at the water.
Lucas watches her unpin her elaborate hat and take it off.
She looks at the frilly absurd thing, then tosses it over the rail. it sails
far down to the water and is carried away.
a spot of red in the vast ocean. he felt his heart beating faster.
She looks like a figure in a romantic novel, sad and isolated and maybe tortured?
Nathan taps Julian and they both look at Lucas gazing at Peyton.
Both smirking at each other.
Peyton turns suddenly and looks right at Lucas.
he could feel his cheeks heaten up, but he doesn't look away.
She does , but then looks back. their eyes meet across the space of the well deck.
before he saw someone coming up behind her and took her arm. Peyton jerks her arm away
and looking back at him for a second before she stormed away from his sight.
The man..(Dan) looked emberassed before going after her. Lucas stared at the empty spot for a while
wondering why she looked so angry.
but even more...who was that man?
are you done staring? Julian asked holding his laughter in.
She is...
Not poor? Julian said suddenly.
No...she looked so sad..Lucas said looking back at Julian and Nathan.
She didn't look sad to me me..Nathan said leaning against the rails.
Ignoring both Julian and Nathan..Lucas looks at the empty spot one more time before taking his leather sketching pad
-First Class Dining Room
Dan and Ellie are laughing together, while on the other side Peyton is staring at her plate, barely listening to the
inconsequential babble around her.
Peyton's mind was somewhere else, wondering who that boy was.
he was different she could tell.
how she didn't know, their moment was too short.
Peyton could feel something when their eyes met.
maybe he felt the same? she wondered.
Present time
I saw my whole lifeas if i'd already lived it... and endless parade of parties and cotillions,
yachts and polo matches...always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter.
I felt like i was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back,
no one who cared... or even noticed.. Peyton said
Sarah looked sadly at her grandma before snuggeling next to her, taking her hand in hers.
Peyton smiled and rested her head on hers.
End Present time
Peyton enters her bedroom throwing her purse on her bed.
watching her self in the mirror carefully. she could see her self drowning slowly.
her hand slowly touching her face.. it was like she was becoming someone else
with anguished cry she claws at her throat, ripping of the necklace,
Slowly she tears at herself, her clothes, her hair, then her room, throwing stuff against the wall.
She flings everything off the dresser and it flies shattering against the wall.
looking back at the mirror...her eyes red and puffy from all crying..
it was than at that moment she realised that her life she was living wasn't hers
but her mothers .
feeling empty and useless Peyton left the room quickly slamming the door behind.
-Peyton runs along the B deck promenade, crying, her cheeks streaked with tears.
how she wished for a better life.
She was angry at herself, and the world.
A strolling couple watch her pass, shocked at the emotional display in public.
whispering poor girl.
Lucas kicked back on one of the benches, gazing at the stars.
Thinking about the girl, with her long curly blond hair and her sad face.
what's her story...he thought.
Hearing something, he turns as Peyton runs up the stairs from the well deck.
They are the only two people on the stern deck, except for Quartermaster Rowe.
She doesn't see Lucas in the shadows and runs right past him.
As she runs across the deserted fantail, her breath hitches in an occasional sob, which she supresses.
Peyton slams against the base of the stern flagpole and clings there, panting.
She stares out at the black water.
she slowly start to climb over the railing, hitching her long dress all the way up.
moving methodically she turns her body and gets her heels on the white-painted gunwale,
her back to the railling, facing out toward the ocean.
60 feet below her, the massive proppellers are churning the Atlantic into white foam,
and ghostly wake trails off toward the horizon.
She leans out, her arms straightening...Looking down hypnotized, into the the vortex below her.
Her dress and hair are lifted by the wind of the ship's movement.
Don't do it...Someone whispered..
End of chapter 3
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