They reach the deck just after the ship starts to pull away, and Brittany jumps on the rails, starting to wave.
"Goodbye!" She yells, flailing her arm around, "I'll miss you!"
"What are you doing? You don't know anyone." Santana's standing a bit further back, eyeing Brittany with amusement.
"That's not the point!" She continues to wave, and Santana laughs, dropping her bag and jumping onto the rails next to her best friend.
"I'll never forget you!"
Brittany here's the engine kick in and smiles.
She's finally going home.
Brittany and Santana walk through the halls, trying to find their room. They pass an Irish woman who's ushering her children down the hall, and Brittany smiles, turning to Santana. "Look! Baby leprechauns."
Santana smiles and walks past her, looking at the doors they're passing. "G-60" She mumbles, reading every number until she comes to the door. "Here we are!"
Brittany enters the room first, smiling at its occupants. "Hey! I'm Brittany" She shakes hands with both the men before turning to Santana, who's claimed the top bunk while Brittany's back was turned. "Who says you get top bunk?" she laughs as she pulls herself up, ticking Santana.
"This one?" My maid holds up a painting for me to look at, but it's not the one I want.
"No" I frown, turning back to the box I was looking through. "It had a lot of faces on it." I smile when I find the painting I'd been looking for, and pull it out of the box. "This is the one I was looking for!"
"Would you like all of them out, Miss?" My maid, Rachel, asks, pulling another from the box.
"Yes," I turn, looking for the perfect place to put this painting "We need a little colour in this room."
"Put it in there, in the wardrobe." My soon-to-be husbands "man", a ghastly fellow named Figgins, stands in the middle of the room, directing the people carrying our bags into the room.
"God, not those finger paintings again, they certainly were a waste of money." He says it like I begged them to buy them for me, but I just ignore him.
"The difference between Finn's taste in art, and mine, is that I actually have some." I don't really say it to anyone in particular, I'm just venting to the room. "They're fascinating, it's like being inside a dream."
"What's the artist's name?" This question comes from Rachel, who bends over to look at the painting. She's only been with us a while, since Finn decided we needed more staff, but honestly, she's the closest thing to a friend I have around here.
"Something Picasso." I tell her, taking another painting from the box.
"Something Picasso?" Finn's voice is sarcastic when he says that. "He won't amount to anything, I'm telling you."
I ignore him, walking through to the bedroom. "I think I'll put the Degas in here."
He says something to Figgins about the paintings being cheap, and they laugh. Someone follows us through to the bedroom, and when I look up I see a young man wheeling something into the safe.
"At Cherbourg, a woman came aboard named Margaret Holliday. We all called her Holly. History would call her 'The Unsinkable Holly Holliday'. Her husband had struck gold someplace out west, and she was what mother called 'new money'… By the next afternoon, we were steaming west from the coast of Ireland, with nothing out ahead of us but ocean."
Down at the bow of the ship, the next day, Brittany and Santana ran to the front of the ship, leaning over once they hit the rails.
Brittany squeaks excitedly, grabbing Santana's arm and pointing to where a dolphin has just broken through the surf. "Hey! Look! Do you see it? Oh look, another one! Do you see them?" She giggles, "I want one, do you think they make good pets? Not like Lord Tubbington," she's referring to a cat she had growing up, "I could never get him to quit smoking."
Santana smiles at her best friend. "When I'm rich, I'll buy you one. I'll buy you a whole school"
"They go to school? Oh look at that one!" She's jabbing her finger in the air, "Look at him jump!"
Brittany climbs up behind Santana, holding onto one of the steel wires that connect parts of the ship. "I can't see the Statue of Liberty yet" She frowns slightly.
"Of course you can't" Santana tells her, smiling up at her, "It's too small yet!"
Brittany throws her head back. "I'm the king of the world!" She yells, throwing her arms up. She starts whooping, throwing her fist up, punching the air, and Santana joins in, enjoying the feeling of the sea air on her face.