Pacey and Joey walk side by side on the boat deck. Joey hasn't said anything to him since she'd asked to speak with him, but he isn't complaining. It's a beautiful day out and he's got the company of a beautiful woman walking beside him. He hasn't been on this deck before and suspects that it must at least be second-class, because he can feel himself being glanced at curiously for his rough clothing.

"So, what was it that you wanted to speak with me about?" Pacey asks her after a while.

Joey turns to him and then looks away, like she's embarrassed or something. "I . . . I wanted to thank you for what you did last night. Not just for, um, pulling me back but for your discretion,"

"You're welcome," he says.

"You must think I'm a complete idiot. Poor little rich girl – what does she have to be miserable about?" Joey states, looking down at her hands.

Pacey shakes his head. "No. I think that you must've had a lot to be miserable about if you were going to kill yourself,"

Joey's demeanor changes. "I just felt trapped. Like, I had no way out of this life that I've made for myself – or well, I haven't really done anything for myself and that's the problem. I just needed to get away from everyone and I suppose at the time there seemed to be no other way to get away then to just . . . jump. I was just so furious and upset and, I wasn't thinking straight. It just felt like – would anyone really care if I were to jump? They hardly notice me anyway,"

She was speaking so fast, but the last couple of sentences were said slowly and quietly. Pacey thinks back to last night. "That man who came to get you, is he one of these people who don't notice you?"

Joey nods. "He's my fiancé,"

Pacey already knows this, as it had been shouted at him the night before. "That's not an answer,"

She shrugs. "Dawson is . . . nice. He's a good man, that's for certain,"

"But do you love him?" Pacey asks, knowing that's exactly what she's thinking about. It must offend Joey because her head jilts right up and she looks at him as if he'd just insulted her intelligence.

"I beg your pardon?" she says, appalled.

"Well, I just think that maybe that's why you aren't too crazy about marrying the guy," Pacey explains himself.

"I – I – you're being very rude,"

"Am I?" Pacey raises his eyebrows. "I assumed that the reason you came down to my part of the ship - to walk amongst steerage, I might add - was to request my presence to speak with you. And I assumed that this also meant that we were talking like friends, meaning I could give my opinion freely."

Joey shakes her head. "No, no, no! I did not ask for your opinion, Mr. Witter!"

"Pacey," he corrects.

"Pacey, then. I did not ask for your opinion and I certainly do not need you telling me how I feel about my fiancé!"

He smirked and looked the other way so he could wipe it off of his face before looking back to Joey. "I never told you how you feel about him. I asked you a question and you didn't answer it,"

Joey ultimately realizes this and her mouth forms the perfect shape of an owe. She looks bewildered, like she's truly thinking of an honest answer to the question and that's all the confirmation that Pacey needs to prove him right – Joey is stuck in a relationship to a man that she doesn't love. Instead of saying this aloud, she says. "I don't owe you an answer, Pacey! My relationship with my fiancé is none of your business,"

He nods. "Sure,"

Joey takes his hand and begins shaking it. "Well, I've had quite enough of this. You are rude and uncouth and presumptuous and I am leaving now,"

"I've been called much worse," he says it with a laugh and it's obvious by Joey's expression that she doesn't dislike him nearly as much as she is stating to. This, and the fact that she is still shaking his hand, like she's afraid to let go.

"I could call you much worse but I am a lady of manners," she informs him. "But you'd probably deserve those insults,"

Pacey nods, agreeing with her on this. Joey is still shaking his hand and she keeps looking from their entwined hands to his face. "Aren't you leaving?"

"I am," Joey says and turns to walk away from him. Pacey knows she isn't going anywhere. She stops walking about two feet later and turns straight around. "Wait! I don't have to leave! This is my part of the ship, you leave!" she commands him.

Pacey laughs. "You and I both know that you don't really want that,"

Joey doesn't deny this and her brow furrows. She's stumbling over her words, as if trying to find the right thing to say but it isn't coming to her. She looks Pacey up and down and then spots his sketchbook. She grabs it from him without asking. "What is this stupid thing you're carrying around?"

Joey takes a few quick peaks and then moves to sit down on one of the deck chairs. Pacey follows and sits next to her. "Are you an artist, then?" she asks and he shrugs. Joey continues looking through the pages, more carefully this time.

She's looking at his older ones right now – ones he'd drawn when he'd been in France months ago. Joey flips through pages of an old woman's veiny hands, a man who'd fallen asleep on a bar stool and a mother holding her newborn baby. Her face softens, as if looking through Pacey's work has somehow drawn her to him. "Pacey, these are actually quite good. Really, I'm being honest,"

"They didn't think too much of 'em in old Paree," he says.

Joey is completely drawn into his work; she doesn't look up at him until she comes across one of his first nude sketches of Jen. "Well, well, well," she says, as if she's caught him in some obscene act.

Pacey watches her cheeks redden as she comes across a series of nudes, many of them are of Jen, but a few are of some French women that he, er, came across during his travels. "These are um, intimate," Joey states, like she couldn't think of another word to use.

Pacey chuckles. "That's one way to put it,"

"And these are drawn from life?'

He nods simply.

Joey goes back through the last few drawings and lands on one of Jen. She's stretched out on a couch, her hair falling into her face and she's frowning, staring off into space. "Do you like this woman? You've used her several times,"

"That's my friend Jen," he explains.

Joey purses her lips. "I think you must have had a love affair with her,"

Pacey quickly puts this idea to rest. "No, no. We're good friends. I just draw her often because she's got really intense eyes,"

"Yes, I'm sure she takes her clothes off for you so that you can look at her eyes,"

"Nah. Jen's a beautiful girl. Lots of men are willing to pay for pictures of her like this. That's how I make most of my money,"

Joey looks to him, interested. "Are you here with her?" There's something in her voice that he detects as jealousy but she's trying to hide it.

"We won our tickets in a poker game yesterday morning,"

For the first time, Joey laughs. It's a real laugh, not a polite one and she lights up. She's got a smile that takes up half of her face and Pacey wants to see more of it. "You're serious?" she asks him.

He nods. "We were at a bar a few nights ago and Jen was chatting up this man and I don't how the topic came up but she started boasting about her skills in poker – she really isn't that great – and he and his friend challenged the two of us to play against them the next day. We won and ended up here,"

Joey's eyes are wide, like he's just told her that he knows the President of the United States or something. "That's amazing, Pacey,"

"Is it?" He's surprised. It's not something that he would've thought to be exciting.

"You didn't even know you were going to be on Titanic until hours before she set sail!"

"Minutes," Pacey, corrects her, feeling a bit cocky.

"Minutes! Goodness! I can only dream of living my life that way. Never knowing what I'm going to do until I do it! I don't think I could ever be brave enough to let myself live like that," Joey confesses. She's acting girlish; more so then he'd seen her acting before.

"If you could do anything as soon as you get off this ship, what would it be?"

She must've never been asked this question before and had been waiting for someone to ask because she answers just as he finishes talking. "I'd ride a Ferris wheel! Really, I would. I'd go to Coney Island and I'd ride the Ferris wheel all day long, just looking out at the sights below me,"

"You've never been to Coney Island?"

"You have?!"

"After I left home, it was the first place I went. I ate fairy floss until I threw up. I was fifteen and an idiot," he adds.

"You've been on your own that long? How old are you now?"

"Seventeen,"

"Really? I am as well," Joey smiles her same smile that took up her face.

"Looks like we got more in common then we originally thought, Joey,"

"Looks like it,"

Joey looks back down at his sketchbook after they pause for a moment. "So this Jen, tell me about her,"

Pacey figured that she would ask this. Jen had the type of face that interested people, the type of eyes that entranced people, which was what Pacey liked about them. "I met her in a pub almost a year ago now. She's the same age and I'd say we've both got similar spirits and I don't know, we just sort of clicked. She scopes out prospective buyers for me – we don't get very many, mind you, but if we get any it's because of her – and we share the little I make for food. I think you would like her. She puts on this façade of not having a care in the world, of being the type of girl who you'd like to have as a mistress if she weren't so loud and opinionated. But she's really a lot more than that – she's got this, this really big heart and I think she'd like to share some of the love she's got in there with someone, but she's too scared to let anyone in,"

Joey's staring into his eyes intently and Pacey wonders if she's thinking about what he just said or if she hadn't been listening at all and is just trying to make it look like she was. He stares just as intently at her, admiring her beauty under the bright sun. "You speak of her highly, Pacey. You really see people – it's a gift,"

"I see you,"

She mimics the face that Jen is making in the drawing. "And?"

He doesn't laugh like he wants her to, he simply says "You wouldn'ta jumped,"

Pacey and Joey spend the entirety of the day together, just walking around the ship, talking amongst themselves. Joey noticed them getting many strange looks from passersby but for the first time, found herself ignoring them. Pacey might be the most fascinating person she'd ever met in her life. He wasn't tied down anywhere, didn't have a job or anything more then about ten cents in his pocket, but he was happy. He laughed genuinely, not just when he was meant to. He asked her her opinions about things and listened intently when she spoke of the book she'd just finished reading and asked her questions about the characters' motives that she'd never thought of before. Mostly though, they spoke of Pacey's adventures. He'd been practically everywhere, which amazed Joey, considering he had so little money and didn't own anything other than his sketchbook and clothing. He told her specifically of this one time where he'd met up with a man who needed help fixing his car and Pacey, who was apparently good with his hands in all aspects, had offered to fix it for him in exchange for a train ticket. That seemed to be how he got anything done – by doing favor after favor and occasionally making some off of his drawings.

He told her all about his family in America and that fascinated Joey. It was a sad tale to tell, one that hit close to her heart since she lived in fear on a daily basis that her surrogate family, the Leerys, would throw her out just as Pacey's had done with him. Like Pacey seemed to do everything, he told the story with a cheery attitude and a skip in his step. She found this to be the most amazing thing about Pacey – his inability to truly be negative about his limited means and lack of family. He was able to find the fun in any situation which was something that she could only dream of doing.

It was sunset when they approached the A deck promenade and Pacey asked her about her own family. Joey thought for a second that maybe she should lie about them so as not to seem as though she was looking for pity, but she wasn't and she knew Pacey would understand that. He understood her better than anyone. "My father left us when I was twelve for another woman. After that my mother became ill and she passed away about a year later. I lived with my elder sister until Dawson and I became engaged,"

"And where's your elder sister now?"

"Last I heard, she was in America. But I'm afraid we lost touch shortly after we came to England," Joey confessed, sadly. "I change my answer from before – the first thing I want to do after getting off this ship is find my sister,"

Pacey nods. "I'm sure the Leerys will be glad to help you with that,"

"I don't know. I don't know if they've ever really liked Bessie much. My family, we sort of lost all of our money when my father left and then when my mother died, well, the family's good name alone kept us afloat. Bessie though, she didn't want to just have to rely on my father's name. She wanted to make her own money, make a new life for the two of us. That's why she went to university, not to find a husband like most girls do and the Leerys knew that. I don't think they ever approved of her choices," Joey says it with a sad smile, thinking of her sister and all of her dreams.

"She sounds lovely," Pacey confesses. "I don't know why the Leerys wouldn't like her,"

"I'd say that the Leerys and yourself are quite different, Pacey,"

"What about Dawson? What does he think of her?"

The mention of her fiancé's name had the same effect on the mood that it had hours ago when Pacey had had the nerve to ask if she loved him. This time, the answer is more obviously. "Well, he is a Leery,"

Pacey simply nods.

Joey isn't the impulsive type. She always thinks before she speaks, but being around Pacey has awoken something in her and she can't help but ask him, "Would you take me, Pacey? To see my sister?"

He answers her without even having to consider it. "Of course,"

"Really?" she asks again.

"Sounds like fun,"

Pacey is more than willing to take part in her dreams and he's the type who will actually go out there and make them come true. "What about riding with me on the Ferris wheel? Will you do that as well?"

"If you'll have me," his face is suddenly that of a small boy and she imagines that her own is that of a small girl. "We can eat fairy floss and drink cheap beer and ride horses on the beach, but you'll have to ride like a real cowboy,"

"You mean one leg on each side?"

"Is there another way?"

"Can you show me?" Joey asks innocently. This conversation is taking her far away from the reality of her life, where she's engaged to Dawson and will never even be allowed near Coney Island.

"If you'd like,"

"I would like that, Pacey. I'd like that very much," There's yet another moment where they pause and just stare at each other. "And teach me to spit! Men are the only people allowed to spit and it's unfair! I should be allowed to spit if they are,"

Pacey nods. "Well, you see, Potter, spitting's pretty simple. Watch closely,"

He spits and it arcs out over the water. Joey makes a face, but she'd be lying if she said that she wasn't impressed by the public show if this vulgar behavior. "Your turn," he insists and Joey feels self-conscious and more aware of her surroundings then she had been minutes ago. She screws up her mouth only the tiniest bit and spits. A pathetic bit of it runs down her chin, the rest of it falling onto the railing. "That was pitiful!" Pacey exclaims, but takes his finger and wipes the saliva off of her. If this had been Mrs. Leery, she would've found it annoying, but with Pacey she finds that she likes it. She likes his hands on her more than anything.

Pacey bends back to give another demonstration. "You really gotta hawk it down – like this see – and then roll it through your teeth and – " He spits and this time it goes further than it had the last time he'd done it. "You can't get that kind of range from whatever you just did,"

Joey is now distracted from the people around them by the feeling of Pacey's thumb on her chin and all of her attention is on him. She copies what he'd done exactly and is rewarded with Pacey's bright smile. "That was great!" This of course, makes Joey smile, a rare one that she's hardly ever done before today, but it's instantly swiped from her face when she sees that three of the people who'd been watching them spit were none other than Mrs. Leery, Mrs. McPhee, Margaret Brown and Andie.

She becomes instantly composed. "Hello mam," she nods at Dawson's mother. "Mrs. McPhee, Andie,"

"Hello, Joey," says Andie and she is the only one who greets her.

"May I introduce Pacey Witter. Pacey is the man who saved me yesterday. He'll be joining us at dinner this evening," Joey explains and it's this that has Mrs. McPhee, Margaret Brown and Andie turn to him in awe and bewilderment, fascinated by this hero standing before them. She couldn't help but notice that Mrs. Leery however, looked less than thrilled about Pacey's presence.

"Well, Pacey, it sounds like you're a good man to have around in a sticky spot," Margaret says, giving Pacey a friendly tap on the shoulder. She, as well as the others jump when a bugler sounds the meal call behind them.

Andie holds her hand over her chest but giggles. Her mother shakes her head, "It's a bit unnecessary the way they always blow that thing," she says in her hushed voice. "Andie, dear, will you take me to see your father? I – I really need to – to speak with him before we eat,"

The timid woman is shaking a bit and Margaret instantly shoos Andie away. "Not to worry, Andrea. I believe our husbands are together – I'll escort you,"

Mrs. McPhee nods and allows Margaret to wrap an arm around her shoulder.

"Shall we go dress, mam?" Joey turns to Mrs. Leery with her usual fake smile and Mrs. Leery nods, still staring down Pacey. "I'll see you at dinner then, Pacey," Joey calls over her shoulder.

This leaves Pacey and Andie on the deck alone. Andie eyes him up and down twice and she finds him to be more than a tad bit handsome. She's empathic enough to pick up the romantic energy between Pacey and Joey, especially considering the way that Pacey is watching her walk away with a wild look in his eyes. "Pacey, is it?" Andie asks him, waving her hand in front of his face to regain his attention. It's only y when she snaps her fingers that he notices her.

"Excuse me?" Pacey asks and Andie laughs.

"I was just wondering if you had the slightest comprehension of what you're getting yourself into?" Andie herself has always been rich. Her father has always had a good job and she's always enjoyed the lifestyle of a young socialite, but Andie wasn't blind to the way that others lived their lives. And because of her mother's and her own emotional problems, she was very accustomed to the judgments of those in their own class.

Pacey laughs, obviously not getting just how downhill their meal together this evening could go. "Not really,"

Andie tilts her head to the sit. "And what are planning on wearing?"

He gestures down to what he's wearing – which is basically rags. Andie doesn't even want to imagine the looks on the faces of her group if Pacey were to walk into the dining room dressed the way he was. "Come on, then," she says, without much of a thought. She tucks her arm into the crook of Pacey's elbow and leads him to her stateroom. She doesn't know much about this boy, but she can tell that Joey likes him and she likes Joey. It doesn't matter to her that the girl is engaged to be married specifically because she isn't too sure how she feels about the man that Joey is engaged to.

"What's your name?" Pacey asks her as they walk.

"Andie McPhee,"

He nods. "And where, my I ask, are you taking me, Andie McPhee?"

"Well I certainly am not going to let you go into the snake pit wearing that. You can borrow one of my brother's suits," she says and then notices that Pacey has a stockier build then Jack, who was rather slim. "Actually, I think my dad's will fit better,"

"Ah, that's very kind of you but you don't need to do that," Pacey assures her. "I'm sure I'll be fine in this. Besides, it'll be fairly obvious that I'm not one of your kind,"

Andie shakes her head. "I'm afraid that I have to tell you that I don't care because I'm helping you whether or not you want me to,"