The ship glowed in the warm, creamy light of the afternoon. Gabriel and Emmett stood right at the bow, gripping the railing tightly. Gabriel leaned her head over, her eyes gazing down fifty feet as the prow cuts through the ocean like a knife. "So, what you going to do when you get to America?" Emmett asked Gabriel. The redhead shrugged her shoulders, "Don't know. I'll figure it out when I get there." She said. "What bout you?" She asked. Emmett grinned, "I'm going to try and make as much baby me's as possible." He said, laughing at the look that crossed Gabriel's face. Gabriel shoved her hand on Emmett's shoulder, laughing with him.
Captain Smith, an elderly gentleman with no hair and a limp, leaned on his cane as he turned to First Officer Murdoch. "Take her to sea Mister Murdoch. Let's stretch her legs." Smith said. Murdoch, no older then twenty three, moved the engine telegraph lever to All Ahead Full.
Down below, in the engine room, the lever clanged and moved to All Ahead Full. "All Ahead Full!' Yelled the Chief Engineer, Mister Bell. The engineers and greasers scrambled to adjust the valves. Towering above them, two twin engines surged to life. There sounds sounding like thunder. All of this was watched by the Titanic's shipbuilder, Thomas Andrews, high up on the catwalk with a watchful eye.
In the boiler room, the men chanted a song as they hurled coal into the furnaces. The "black gang,"as they were called, were all covered in sweat and coal dust. There skin giving off a hellish glow.
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Captain Smith limped out of the bridge, onto the wing. He stood, one hand gripped on the rail and one on his cane, looked every bit like the basic picture of a Captain. Murdoch walked up beside the Captain, "Twenty one knots, sir!" He said. Smith smiled, looking out into the roaring sea. "Let's see what she's got, Mister Murdoch." Smith said. "Aye aye, sir!" Said Murdoch, going back into the bridge.
Gabriel and Emmett were still at the bow of the ship, both leaning over the railing and looking down. "She's picking up speed now." Emmett said.
Then, all of a sudden, two dolphins appear out of the water. They swim just in front of the prow, enjoying the motion that the ship vibrated throughout the water. Gabriel smiled at the dolphins, watching as they jump high over the water and then dive right back in.
Emmett tapped Gabriel's shoulder and nodded ahead of them "I think I can see the Statue of Liberty." He said. Gabriel fixed Emmett with an eyebrow raised. "Very small, of course." Emmett added, shrugging his shoulders and grinning.
"This is the master shipbuilder, Mr Andrews. He designed her from the keel plates up." Said Alice Whitlock, the Managing Director of Whit Star Line, motioning towards her right to a handsome Irish gentleman. Around the table, seated for lunch, were Alice, her husband Jasper, Edward, Rosalie, Judy and Thomas.
Thomas, disliking the attention, ducked his head. "Well, I may have put her together. But, it was the brain child of dear Alice." He said, nodding at Alice. "She told me of a vision. A vision of a ship so massive and so luxurious, no other ship could compare to it." He said with a shrug. He took a sip of wine and then added, "Now, here she is." Rosalie furrowed her eyes, "Why are ships always called a she?" She asked. "Because that's the way it has been." Edward said, like it was the most obvious thing. "Actually, it's because it requires a lot of hard work to keep the ship running. Like a woman needing powder and other things to look her best." Jasper said, his voice showing his southern roots.
Rosalie just rolled her eyes and took out a cigarette. She put it in her mouth as her mother glared, "You know I don't like you doing those things." Judy said. Rosalie shrugged as she lit it. Edward took the cigarette from Rosalie's mouth and snuffed it out. "She knows Judy." He said, smiling. He turned his attention to the waiter. "We'll both have the lamb. Rare, a little bit of mint sauce poured on it." He asked the waiter, ordering for both him and Rosalie. He turned his attention to Rosalie, "You like lamb, right sweetpea?" He asked her, after the waiter had left.
Alice watched the exchange, her eyebrow raised. "You going to cut her meat as well?" Alice asked Edward, snickering. Edward just shrugged and wrapped his arm around Rosalie. Rosalie shrugged him off and got out of her chair. "Excuse me.' She said, stalking away. Judy's face was mortified. "I do apologize." She said to the table.
Gabriel was sitting on a bench, her knees pulled up to her chest. Atop her knees, there was a leather bound sketching pad. It was her most, and really only, valuable possession that she owned. With a conte crayon in her hand, she began to draw rapidly. Sure strokes here, rubbing her finger there. She looked up every now and then, her eyes focused on the subject of the drawing. An older gentleman and his daughter leaning against the rail. A seagull was also on the rail, looking at the elder and girl with a curios gaze.
The sketch, in Gabriel's mind at least, captured the image perfectly. It showed the sense of humanity at that moment. "That's good.' Emmett said behind her, leaning over the bench. Gabriel smiled.
"Typical." Gabriel and Emmett heard the snide remark of an Irish emigrant. They looked up and saw a younger man, sandy brown hair atop his face. He was looking at a crew member walking past him, with three small dogs on a leash. "The first class dogs come down here, just to do there business." He said. Gabriel looked back at her drawing, putting more lines here and there. "That is so we know our place in the scheme of things." She heard Emmett say. The sandy haired man nodded, "Like we could ever forget." He said. Emmett went to talk to the sandy haired man, shaking his hand when he got to him.
Gabriel just rolled her eyes and went to finish her drawing, when her gaze fell upon an angel. She had blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders, wearing a long green dress and white gloves.
This was, of course, Rosalie Hale.
Gabriel watched as the blonde angel take off her white gloves and tosses them over the rail. She glances around, and that's when her eyes land on Gabriel. Green and Brown gazed at one another. Gabriel held the gaze, not backing down. Rosalie glanced away, but then looked back. There eyes held one anothers, the world around them seeming to just become nonexistent.
That is, until a man(Edward) came up behind Rosalie and takes her arm. She jerks her arm away and pushes the man back, before storming off. The man runs after her.
"So, you into ladies?" Gabriel heard above her. She turned her gaze to see Emmett and the sandy haired man looking down on her. Gabriel just raised her eyebrow, daring the unknown man to say anything. "Names Dylan." He says, offering his hand. Gabriel takes it, "Gabriel." She responds. Dylan nods and shoves his hands in his pockets, "Well, I'd forget about her. You'd need an act of god to get next to her." He says, looking over his shoulder.