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Pairings: Duncan/Courtney/Justin. Minor: Geoff/Bridgette, Noah/Izzy.

Warning: There is some language in this chapter. Nothing too bad, but you have been warned.


"Far across the distance and spaces between us."

The Ship of Dreams

Chapter Two


~*Duncan (April 10, 1912)

"I don't know about this, dude," Geoff whispered to me as we sat at the bar starring at the two people getting up from their table and leaving the restaurant.

I turned to be best friend Geoff and shot him a look.

"It's now or never dude," I replied. "I thought you wanted to go to America, how else are we going to get there, swim?" Geoff rolled his eyes at my sarcasm, but I ignored his look.

We watched the two redheads, a mother and a son. We could tell by their conversation.

They had two tickets to the Titanic, the biggest ship ever to be constructed. It was heading to America. And we needed to be on the boat.

"Come on before we lose our chance," I told Geoff as we stood up and paid for our drinks. "The damn ship leaves in twenty minutes," I muttered under my breath as we left the restaurant after the two.

It was hard to keep on them. Crowds were everywhere to see off all the passengers leaving on the ship. We could see, it was large, luxurious and pretty impressive.

I noticed the two stopped behind a crowd and the male held the two tickets in his hand. I tossed Geoff a glance and we both started towards the two. They were talking, but I didn't listen.

When I got close enough I swiped the tickets from the man's hands and Geoff and I took off laughing the whole way. We could hear the people yelling from behind.

"Gosh Harold, go get our tickets back!" the woman barked at her son.

"Did you see those men, they would rip me apart, gosh!" the son, who must be Harold, snapped back. I couldn't help but laugh, that was too hilarious.

Nothing was better than stealing from a couple of suckers.

After we lost ourselves in the crowd we stopped running. Geoff was laughing the whole time.

"Dude, that was so awesome!" he exclaimed as we high fived.

"I know, now we're on our way to America!" I replied with a sly smirk on my face.

Truth was, Geoff and I couldn't afford a ticket on this ship, not even a third class one. We were broke, no pennies to our names, and thieves.

We stole to survive. We had been living in a nearby alley for weeks. We packed all our stuff when we heard that those two people had tickets and planned on stealing them.

It just goes to show you that some people are just suckers.

"Maybe we could go two days without stealing in America," Geoff chuckled as we walked. I shushed him as I noticed a few glances from people in a crowd.

"Dude, don't talk like that," I snapped quietly at him. "We don't want anyone on to us." Geoff nodded and shut his mouth.

We walked past carriages and cars as we made our way towards the dock of the ship. I noticed all the first class people walking around in their fine clothing and socializing with people just like them.

I scoffed. All of them were just a bunch of stuck up bitches to me! They were also good targets to steal from.

As we passed, I noticed a few women scoff at me. Just to annoy, I sent a sly smirk towards the raven haired girl. She stuck up her nose at me and turned back to talking to her blonde friend.

I don't know why I aggravated people like that, I just found to be fun and satisfying. Geoff always told me I wouldn't find a wife like that.

But hey, I was nineteen. I have time!

I shook off my thoughts as we approached the docks. We walked up the ramp to the ship, right behind three people who appeared to be first class. There was a middle aged woman dressed valiantly, a girl with brown hair, she appeared my age, but she walked next to a tan skinned young man.

Probably her husband or something.

I gazed away from them and turned my attention to the officer that blocked the entrance to the ship.

He gave a disgusted look when he noticed what we were wearing. We didn't even look like third class passengers.

Geoff wore a pink shirt that was unbuttoned, giving a small look at his chest and stomach and shorts. I just wore a brown shirt, pants and a jacket.

"My I see your tickets please?" he asked in an Irish accent. I nodded and produced two tickets that the man took.

He seemed rather upset that we had tickets and were rightfully allowed on the ship. We started into the ship, but the man stopped us.

"Have you been through the inspection queue?" he asked us.

"Of course!" I lied cheerfully trying to sound convincing. "We don't have lice we're American."

"Yep, we're all American dudes," Geoff added on.

The officer just nodded and let us through. The inside of the ship was amazing! I couldn't believe we were on this ship, heading to America.

"You know Geoff; we are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world!" I exclaimed. We walked around and then up the staircase.

We stood on the deck as the ship began to move, finally leaving England and heading towards America.

The crowds all waved to us and others on the ship as the ship began to leave the docks. I just smirked joining in the waving to people I had never met before.

"What is someone you know down there?" Geoff asked me, scratching his head in confusion. I just chuckled at his ignorance.

"No dude, you're supposed to do this," I told him with a laugh. "It has no point, people just do it." Geoff smiled and nodded and began to wave to people along with me.

"Bye bye, dudes, I won't forget you!" Geoff called out to the people as the ship began moving out to sea and crowds grew farther and farther away.

We stood on the railing watching the docks grow in distance from us. Finally after a few minutes, I turned to Geoff.

"Come on, let's find out where we're sleeping," I said to him as I turned and headed back towards the stairs to take me below deck.

The third class floor wasn't nearly as good as first class, but that was obvious.

We saw people in the halls talking with others, arguing, carrying luggage, everything. We finally found our room.

When we walked in, there were two sets of bunk beds. One set was completely unoccupied, so I assumed it was for us. The other set, had one person lying on the bottom bunk. He turned to us and smiled.

"Hey there, I guess we're roommates, I'm Trent," he introduced himself to us. He had a bit of an Irish accent, I noted. Both Geoff and I smiled at him.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Duncan and that's my friend Geoff," I greeted him, giving him our names. I turned to Geoff and noticed he was lying on the top bunk. "What are you doing!"

"What, I want top bunk," Geoff laughed. I rolled my eyes.

"I wanted it!" I exclaimed at him. I climbed up to the top bunk and tried to push him off. Geoff wouldn't allow it and kept fighting back. Trent was laughing the whole time.


~*Noah (1996)

"It seems like this Duncan guy's a real charmer," I said sort of sarcastically. My grandmother chuckled lightly.

"You would think that, wouldn't you?" she asked me with a smile. "Duncan was tough as nails, he didn't take no for an answer and he loved to get on my nerves. He's the kind of guy you wouldn't forget."

Izzy smiled.

"So what happened next, huh?" she asked my grandmother. Izzy appeared anxious to hear what happened next in my grandmother's story. Honestly, I was too. There's no way my grandmother fell for this Duncan guy.

They were pretty different, opposites exactly. It had to be Geoff, or Trent. I was sure of it.

"Well, a woman came on board named LeShawna Brown," my grandmother continued her story. "Her husband had struck gold someplace out west. She was what my mother called 'new money.'"

"Wow, that doesn't sound very nice," Izzy stated out of the blue. My grandmother chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

"By the next afternoon we had made our final stop and we were steaming west, with nothing ahead of us, but ocean…"


~*Courtney (April 10, 1912)

"Wouldn't you rather be looking at me, darling?"
My fiancé asked me this as I gazed down at a beautiful painting of scenery in France, a place I wish to visit one day. A disappointment it was, to be brought back to America in chains.

"Courtney?" Justin asked as he rudely snatched the painting from my hands.

"It's art. I find it rather amazing, don't you think so?" I asked, crossing my arms. My large onyx eyes narrowed as though to challenge him.

"I am art. That, however, is a white sheet filled with mix matched colors." He flexed his biceps, which usually made a girl swoon. Yes, Justin was very handsome, although I was used to this treatment. He'd use his looks to get what he wanted daily.

I noticed my maid Bridgette roll her eyes as she hung another painting on the wall. I mentally smirked, as I didn't want Justin to notice my amusement.

"I find it to be beautiful. It's quite fascinating…Like a dream." I retorted quickly, taking the piece of artwork from Justin that he snatched previously, and handed it to Bridgette. I pointed my slender finger at an empty space on the wall, "Hang this one up there, please, Bridgette."

"Yes, Miss." Bridgette replied with a slightly sympathetic smile as she walked over to where I pointed only moments before.

I turned back to Justin, only to see him gazing at himself in his pocket mirror. He wouldn't be caught dead without a mirror.

"We should have one of my many self portraits hanging on the wall for you to admire." Justin started, winking at himself once before setting his mirror back in his jacket pocket. He looked at me with his deep blue eyes before smirking, and then kissed my cheek. "I'll see you at the party, dearest."

I watched Justin leave in a daze, touching my fingertips to my cheek where he kissed me.

Moments after, my mother slowly and elegantly stood from the red velvet sofa she was perched on, looming over Bridgette with eyes of authority. "Bridgette, please help Courtney prepare for the party. We shan't be late."

"Yes Ma'am." Bridgette replied obediently, quickly adjusting the painting she just hung on the wall before rushing over to my side. "Shall we, Miss?"

"Yes," I nodded, walking alongside Bridgette into my room. I stood in front of the large mirror scaling the wall as Bridgette closed the door and locked it, before walking up behind me. I offered her a small smile, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. "You can call me Courtney, if you like."

"That's very kind of you, Miss. Although I don't know what your Mistress will think of it." Bridgette replied with a weak smile as she started to unzip the back of my dress for me.

"Well, you may call me Courtney when she's not around, then." I replied, wincing a bit as she started to tightly tie my corset, therefore making it a little harder for me to breathe. I sighed, "I don't know how many more of these parties I can take."

"You've been to many of them, haven't you, M-…Courtney?" Bridgette corrected herself with an innocent laugh.

I managed a small smile. Of course Bridgette hadn't been through the same as I had. Sitting at a table with the same rich society types bragging about money was terribly boring…And I've been through it quite a lot. On the outside, I looked like a spoiled, preppy, rich girl…And at times, I acted like one. On the inside, I was a just a girl pleading for adventure.

My mother, of course, made it seem as though all the rest of my life would be was a chain of boring yet elegant parties. It made me wonder, what makes me want to live for a future like that? I was suffering, and no one ever seemed to notice.

"Yes, indeed I have." I replied, now in the process of stepping into the gown Bridgette was holding out for me. Once through with that, she starting to zip the backside of the dress.

"I can't even imagine what it must feel like." Bridgette replied, tipping her head to the side as she rummaged through my jewelry box. She picked out a gray chocker with white lace on the ends to match my dress, and tied it around my neck before pulling my mocha colored hair up into a bun; a few strands of my hair left down to frame my well proportioned face.

Bridgette placed her hands down on my shoulders as I took a step back. My gray dress was long, tubing out a bit at my waist, landing at the ground around my feet. A white ribbon was tied around my waist as well.

"You look lovely, Courtney." Bridgette smiled, releasing my shoulders. I smiled back at her reflection in the mirror before twirling around to face her.

"Thanks, Bridgette. Wish me luck," I started as I heard knocking on the door. I stepped forward, as though to answer, although Bridgette stepped in to answer it first, as she gave me a knowingly glance.

My mother walked into the room, the strong scent of a perfume that probably cost a fortune coming off of her distinctly. Her lips were pressed together tightly as she looked me up and down as though she were inspecting me.

"You're ready then, Courtney?" She asked, her head held high as she turned, and walked out of the room, Bridgette holding the door for her. Part of me wished she'd thank Bridgette every now and then, as she put up with everything she was asked to do. Although I supposed that was her job, being a maid.

"Yes, mother." I responded and nodded a sincere thanks to Bridgette as I walked out of my bedroom.

In silence with my mother, we walked through the dainty halls of the first class level of the ship.

We walked over to the large dining hall doors, glass with delicate flowery designs on the glossy wooden ends. A man dressed in a nice black suit smiled, stepping aside and nodding his head as he opened the door for both me and my mother to walk through.

My mother walked through the doors with a simple nod to the kind man. I smiled at him, and did the same. I would have politely thanked him, of course, but going through these doors was like skipping into hell gates. Everything was the same. Nice tables with lacy white tablecloths draped over, dainty foods and other expensive 'necessities' like caviar set on top beautifully. Men and woman were seated at the tables in formal clothes, having short, polite conversations. Some of the people in this room, however, were snakes. They needed to find something to judge about you. They judged people by how much money they had.

It made me sick.

As I followed my mother to our table, I immediately noticed two familiar women. One who had dark raven colored hair, the other a blonde. The two were always together at these parties, and my mother was rather close to them. She smiled at the two, sitting in the seat in between them.

I peered around the table, seats occupying many different faces I already knew. I felt a hand against my lower back suddenly, almost making me jump.

"Paranoid, are you? There's nothing to fear, it's only me." Justin's voice felt warm against my neck as he led me to two empty seats at the end of the table, they were across from my mother and her friends. He pulled my chair out for me, and I sat. I didn't even bother thanking him, for I hated these parties.

I tuned myself out of the conversations going on around me, playing around with the folds of the silky napkin spread in my lap. I was rather tired of hearing stories of other parties on other marvelous ships, such as the Titanic itself.

"Courtney." A voice came to my attention, suddenly. The raven haired girl, Heather, looked at me with challenging eyes, "What do you think of the Titanic?"

"It's not much more interesting than any other ship I've been on." I replied, narrowing my eyes slightly as I looked her in the eye. I could notice my mother giving me a slightly scolding look, although I didn't mind at all.

Justin was gazing at himself in the elegant wine glass before setting it down, and looking over at me. He laughed a bit, as though to lighten the mood. "You can say things about other ships, dearest, just not the Titanic." He said, sounding rather amused.

"I don't see what makes it any different." I retorted. All of the people sitting around me didn't seem to notice it at all. Every party we attended was nearly the same, I just didn't understand.

"Girl's a spit fire, ain't she?" A black woman known as LeShawna Brown sat down next to Heather. Heather seemed displeased to be sitting next to her, although LeShawna didn't seem to mind at all.

The blonde sitting next to my mother, known as Lindsay, tapped her forefinger to her chin as she studied my expression. "I don't get it…She doesn't breathe or spit fire."

Heather's eye twitched as she glanced over at Lindsay. She was usually the one who corrected Lindsay's many mistakes. "It's only an expression, Lindsay."

"Oh, okay. An expression." Lindsay closed her eyes and nodded her head, smiling as though she understood. In reality, I really don't think she did.

My mother brought up a new subject, signaling a new discussion of meaningless things.

I couldn't take this anymore. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one wanted to listen to me.


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