This isn't really going to be like the events in the movie like I repeat, I have never seen this movie. It's mostly following Titanic's point of view but we will also get to see the movie characters a bit.

I don't own anyone except for the personified versions of the ships.

Fact time!

Sailors then were really superstitious. They probably are now but some of the superstitions are:

Flatfooted people and red heads bring bad luck to the ship-It was probably a bad ideal to make Titanic a red head isn't it? But she's Irish because the Titanic was built in Ireland I think. It's ironic maybe because she sinks but anyway…it's mostly because she's Irish.

The expression "touch wood" or "knock on wood" if you are American, may have came from knocking on the ship's hull to see if it was sturdy enough and/or free from rot

ARRRGHH! SORRY FOR THE AUTHOR'S NOTE! I should just write all of this at the end…..

Banners flew in breeze, making the sky seemed like it was changing colours. Titanic had finally reached the last funnel and started to climb the metal ladder. A small boy was already at the top but he couldn't look out.

"What are you doing up here?" she questions. The small boy seems frighten for a moment a look of fear on his charcoal covered face.

"Sorry miss! I just wanted to see the view!"

"Don't worry I did too! And I won't tell anyone about this so neither should you." She helps him push himself up, a bit higher then the rim. Meanwhile, outside a photographer saw this happening and snapped a photo of it, proving that the last funnel was a fake. If they had zoom back then, then he would have noticed the top of a girl's bun also.

"Have you seen this?" Olympic shows the book Futility to her governess who was knitting a scarf.

"What is this about?" The governess puts down the stitching and looks at the book.

"A ship called the Titan hits an iceberg in April and it sinks. What really scares me is that it's thought to be unsinkable also. What if this person was talking about Titanic?"

"That's impossible honey. This was written about 14 years ago and neither Titanic nor you were there. Now quit reading and practice your needlework. You leaves look like spilled tea." Olympic sighs, picking up the needle hoop. Not even being at sea can stop this task.

'I hate this.' Rose thought as she was on the top deck. She had meet his betroth and he was a slob. Leaning over she thought about falling into the water. Meanwhile Titanic saw her and ran quickly to the third class. She pulls on a threadworm coat to fit into the plain clothing down on that level. Titanic quickly looks around for someone who looked like they were willing to help.

She mange to spot Jack and ran over to him, "Sir!" She said, pulling on his coat, "I saw a lady from first class about to fall over and I don't I'll be able to pull her up!" Fabrizio smirks and pushes his friend forward. This was probably one of his chances to finally go to the upper levels and be with the cream of the society.

"Show me the way." She leads him to Rose. The said girl was really leaning over now, bracing for a fall.

"What are you doing?" He called out, scaring her a bit.

"Oh nothing." She turns around, surprised at someone seeing her.

"I saw you leaning over so I was afraid you might fall. Are you ok? "

"My mother had me betroth to a man who I completely despise." She had just met this man so why was she telling him this. "I just thought maybe I could just leave this behind if I leaned over."

Jack shakes his head at her, "You're able to go on this boat and you want to leave?" He spreads out his hands, like that was able to show the grandness of the ship. "Instead of just doing that, enjoy your time here." Rose thinks for a moment and smiles.

"Why don't you have dinner with me tonight? Then I would have someone else to talk to other then that man." She shivers even at the thought of that awful betroth made her feel disgusted.

"I would like that." Titanic, hidden in the shadows silently fist pumps. She quietly tips toes away, leaving the new couple behind. No they weren't a couple but she was going to make sure of it. What was fist pumping anyway? She shrug her shoulders. Someone would probably find out what that means someday.

"See? I knew that something good was going to happen to you!" Fabrizio smacks his best mate's back laughing. "If that little laddie hadn't seen you, you'll never be able to eat with the rich ones."

"I know but it was like fate that I was there." Jack looks at his hands like he was a baby just discovering them. His friend stares at him then slaps his knee.

"I can't let you go wearing that! Come on! We need to see if we find someone who let you use their fancy clothes."

Meanwhile Titanic was with the workers like the sailors, stewards and stewardess, and bellboys watching them work. From time to time, when they needed her help she would without complaining. Some of the sailors were chatting, enjoying the small amount of time they had until they had to trade shifts. The look outs not on duty were in the room near the bridge also. None of them thought it was odd that she was there. They knew that she was different from the other people.

"My cold has been rotten," a bedroom steward that went by the name George Beedum said, "and what with no dusters or anything to work with, I wish the bally ship at the bottom of the sea." Titanic tugged on the hem of the girl sailor uniform she wore that a kind lady in third class had made for her. She didn't want to be at the bottom of the sea. From what she heard from Olympic was it was freezing cold. Colder then the ice box they had in the house. No one could go down there and there were deep sea monsters that lived there.

"You shouldn't be saying that lad." Will, a sailor said. "You might get just what you wish." He knocks on the wooden box that they used as a table. Sailor superstitions. Titanic shakes her head. That was the reason why she wore a sailor hat with all her red hair pulled into it. She didn't want the sailor think that she was bad luck.

"This ship is like my home here." Titanic spoke up. The other sailors nodded. She spent more time on her ship then at the home she and Olympic lived at when they weren't out at sea. By the way, how was Olympic doing? Was she supposed to leave port? The days have been busy trying to get everything ready for the launch. Maybe the desert chef would give her some coconut sandwich. They were really nice when she was wondering around and really hungry from exploring. She could also get her new friends some like the bellboys. All of them were always running around and helping the guest.

"Miss?" A voice shook her out of her thoughts, "Miss?" Titanic looks up at the third officer Herbert.

"Yes Bert?" She asked.

"A bellboy outside by the name of Billy is waiting for you."

"Thank you Bert!" Titanic hugs the officer and goes outside to see her best friend. The said boy was rocking back and forth on his heels, whistling a small tune he had said his father had taught him. The cords on the his shoulder pads swishes back and forth like a beat keeper keeping time for his one boy band.

"Billy, you should just go join the band because I heard they needed a whistler." She teases him.

"Erin, you know that I have to do my job as a bellboy."

"And yet you are here talking to me, not doing your job." She sticks her tongue out at him and he does the same back. Both try to laugh as quietly as possible probably because of the weird looks they were getting from the other workers. Titanic had meet Billy when she found him moping about because of his father's death. Now, both were always exploring the ship and helping out each other with the jobs. More like Titanic was helping out Billy with his job.

"Did you hear about the famous people on the ship? I heard the Astors are on! The Colonel is with his 19 year old wife trying to run from the press."

"It probably isn't good that he's on the grandest ship in the world."

"You said it Erin." Titanic smiles at her human name. The captain had told her it meant Ireland in Irish which is pretty nice.

"Race you to the kitchens and when we get there you can tell me all about what you found out about the passengers." The boy smiles at her challenge.

"Loser has to help the winner carry bags." Titanic rolls her eyes at her friend's choice of prize.

"That's what we do everyday." But she smiles and takes off as they both say 1, racing toward through the uncrowed walkways. Now what should they do when they get caught?