The titantic --opinions of story wanted---

[Lydia♡]

this story is based on the 1997 movie as well as true Advents, enjoy

"new york the word ran again, and again and again in her mind. The place where'd she marry phill.
Phill was a young up and coming successfull businessman.
His family lived in new york Dasiy Hutchinson and her mother where well to do, but her mother wanted to ensure the family's wealth and not work ever again.
She never talked much about what kind of work she did.
Dasiy had dark reddish auburn hair and a roundish face with full lips. Dark slanted green eyes peered from her pale face.
Tommaro they would board the titanic on its maiden voyage.
They would have to ride a buggie to the port it was docked at, Southampton. It was only a hour's drive away, she imagined the 833 velvet seats sheed heard about for first class passengers, the lending library her mother would enjoy using-it was a "floating hotel" she read-dasiy smiled to herself in the dark as she lay in bed, imaging dancing with her fiance in huge loftly ballroom. How romantic and exciting!

In the middle of the dark a push made her eyes open wide.
Her mother was a shadowy figure besides her.
"Pack your things we'll leave after a quick breakfast."
She said briskly hurrying out of her room.
Dasiy yawned and stretched, sitting on the edge of her bed she put on her velvet bedroom slippers and
She turned on her bedroom light, its elegant arms stooped to support the light bulbs it brandished.
She packed three pairs of satin dresses which she hoped to wear when dancing in the ballroom, 2 pairs of shoes-one casual slippers and red daring high heels.
A red sweater her mother made, a long casual lilac skirt, a long sleeved plain white blouse,
two pairs of Shaw's-
Three books-one on poetry, and one on the breif history of Edison and one book on grims fairy tales.
She finally took a red sparkling blood red necklace phill gave her for her birthday and a china dog she had cherished since she was a child.
Her two heavy suit cases swung in both hands as she stepped into the bathroom. Her mother was already in there-rubbing her damp hair with a towel.
Daisy peered into the bathroom mirror, opening one of the bathroom's oak drawers.
She combed her hair intill her red hair shone like red gold.
Dasiy applied a dark lipstick to her lips, and outlined her eye brows with a dark pencil, she looked at herself again from the mirror, feeling the heavy jewl studded necklace around her neck, considering herself.
Her mother looked up from placing earrings in each ear, and frowned at her daughter.
"You have too much lipstick on," "wipe it off."
Dasiy gave her mother a annoyed look but wiped off most of the lipstick.

Dasiy phil and her mother cambered into the automobile.
Phil opened the little front door and beckoned dasiy in the seat besides him.
"You can see how this blasted thing works I can hardly drive it myself." A servant took her suitcases and she sat besides her fiance.
Phil was dressed in a tweed business suit with black slacks
And black shoe shined shoes.
His dark hair was greased back with pomaid.
"How does it work?" Dasiy said, "I've forgotten."
Phil smiled "you'll see darling."
He pressed a lever at his feet and it sputtered to life with a "tic-tic-tic" sound it smoothly moved forward.
He twisted the steering wheel to the right in a bend in the road and off they said went daisy laughing.

The titanic could be seen off in the distance in dock.
People swarmed like ants around it in comparison.
It's four smoke stacks Were orange with black tips, its decks where stacked like a layercake, and two flags on either end stood upright on tall wooden posts.
It was magnificent!
Phil helpoed her down from the car and a servant in the back seat helped her mother down.
"Alright john, just drive it back-you know the way chap-we won't be back sell it for a good price laddie."
He cuffed playfully the boy and turned back alright, we'll get the tickets now."
Machinery puffed and clanked in the docking station.
Harsh words rang in the air and dirty men spat on the ground.
A single ticket both seemed out of place as much as the titanic did in the dirty place. A huge crowd of people surrounded the little booth.
Rich people, well to do people, bums, English people, British, french, american.
"Titanic is leaving for new York in one hour!"
A man yelled into a loud speaker, I suggest you board as soon as you can."
Phill took daisy and her mother in each hand pushed through the crowd.
"Coming through." He called loudly,"hey, your supposed to be in line!" One woman cried with a french accent.
The people parted grudgingly for them as they made there way to the station.
At last they where there, a thin little man with a moustache stood behind a desk with a tired expression.
"What ticket would you like, 1 class, 2nd second class or third class."
Phil stiffened. "First class of course." He said curtly, the man behind the desk reached behind the desk and placed three pink tickets on the table.
"15, pence each." He stated with a upraised palm.
Phill slapped a few coins into his hand, "that should be enough." He said gruffly.
He nodded and poured the coins into a container behind him, and mopped his brow with a handkerchief.
"Next,"
The shallow water rippled as it held the great ship up.
A tall rope ladder led up the tall ship, dasiy shuddered.
"Where supposed to climb up that?" Dasiy whispered to her mother. "I know its a bit....unorthodox but its perfectly safe" her mother assured her.
Men in blue suits and hats stood behind roped off areas where people could fall and ushered people in front of them to board.
"That's it, nice a slow-"
"No it won't break ma'am"
When it was dasiy's turn she paused looked up and swallowed. "we've got people behind you, climb please."
A reedy voice spoke behind her, dasiy suddenly wondered were Phil and her mother where, where they still behind her?
Dasiy knew she couldn't worry about that now, and she unsteadily climbed up the ladder gripping the course rope tightly with both hands. Shouts of encouragement came from below, she climbed faster, she was almost there!
Then somehow her feet lost there grip on the rope holds and slid out fighting to regain there hold on the rope.
Dasiy gasped and closed her eyes
her arms growing heavy. She imagined her failing in slow motion into the shallow water, her legs breaking beneath her. Then a slender arm grabbed her from above and her eyes shot open.
She was being lifted up, daisy felt a surge of annoyance at her incompetence and stiffened as she was lifted on deck.
She looked up at her saviour, a ratty third class bum.
He was slender with tousled dirtly blonde hair and cheerful blue eyes and small little nose and a pronounced pointed jaw with a knowing smile.
There was something about him that made her stare which her mother detested.
"Thank-you, I nearly fell."
"Yeah, your welcome," he said chewing one finger, smiling.
Her mother nearly barreled into her, phill behind her.
"Oh dear, oh dear you amost fell I'm so sorry!" She hugged dasiy twice looking at her all over.
Phil was the first to notice the youth behind him causally looking on with a lazy smile, eyes half closed.
"Who are you may I ask?" He said with raised eyebrows, looking at him like he barely existed.
"Jack Dawson, nice to meet you."
Before phill could reply daisy broke in, "he saved me from falling."
Phill didn't change his tone,
"did he?"
"We'll be in that case glad to have you over for dinner- ath 6 where very thankful."
Phill looked at her sharply, and her mother shook her head as if to say, not now. Jack broke into a wide smile, he had an American accent. "Jee tha'd be swell thank-you, I'm awfully hungry."
Daisy's mother smiled and gave him a few coins, "you can use that to change into something presentable."
Jack smiled again and snatched the money, "your awfully kind."
Phill looked like he was about to explode but he put on a fake smile, "till then,"

Phill paced in the little first class cabin mother stood unpacking daisy's clothes.
"I can't believe you let that rat dine with us, and give him money!"
"He probably has fleas!"
"He saved my daughter's life perhaps maybe we should be a little grateful to him, your to marry daisy you know."
Phil frowned,
"yes but not this gracious!"
"He probably won't even come,"
Her mother sighed, standing up.
"Let's hope so, I don't want to catch fleas."
Phill muttered, rubbing his temples.
"I hope he comes," daisy said "he seems nice enough."
She shrugged
Phil snorted and her mother looked at her disapprovingly.
Daisy stepped out of the cabin for fresh air, other first class passengers chatted as they leaned against the rails of A deck. The wind blew in her face, the stern of the ship ploughing though the water steadily.
She looked at the water below her, dark and cold.
"I wouldn't jump in if I where you.'
A voice startled her, she wheeled around, it was jack.
" this is A deck what are you doing up here?" She cried in a loud whisper. Jack ignored her, "once in the middle of winter I went jumping into the Mississippi river as a dare and I nearly froze to death, cold for weeks I was..."
"You think I care?" Daisy snapped jack shrugged, "I guess your snobby cause' you rich like all the others I thought you where different."
Daisy had no answer but furiously turned around and clenched the rail with her hands staring into the water.
"I'll jump into the water if you don't keep quiet!" She threatened. Jack laughed "as I said I wouldn't."
"Why not?"
"I'll jump in after you."
"No you won't!"
"Yeah I will, what's your name anyway?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Alright lemmi guess," he said with a britsh accent "Elizabeth?" Daisy almost laughed but covered her smile with her hand.
"That's what you think britsh people sound like?"
Jack lit a cigarette and drew in on it slowly.
"I dunno how close do you think it sounds, I'm not a brit-you are remember?"
Daisy reddened, "yeah I remember!" She snapped,
"Now get out if here your third class you remember that?"
"I will just for you, but tell me your name will ya?'
" Daisy " she said promptly, "now scat before my fiance see's you and you'll be sorry."
"I wouldn't be sorry, your too pretty to be sorry for, say your going to be married to that thug are you?"
"Get him out of here!" She called to a guard, "he's not supposed to be here, the wretch."
The guard nodded and took him by the shoulders leading firmly to a lower deck.
"See you, at dinner!" He called to her.

Daisy sat with her mother and finance at a long table with other first class passenger's, eating heartily.
Phil was happy knowing jack hadn't come it was 5:17.
Her mother look relieved too as she chatted with another lady besides her, drinking a bowl of some nameless soup.
Dasiy felt relieved in a way too, she decided she didn't like the rude little rascal and how he talked in a way that made her feel degrading.
But she didn't feel quite happy, grudgingly to herself she noted he had a charming way about him.
Dasiy picked at a chicken bone and drank a cool glass of water besides her.
"Hello everyone, sorry I came kinda late."
A familiar voice broke in awkwardly.
Jack stood next the table, his hair greased back so much it looked like he dunked his head in a book of water.
He had a slightly scuffy suit and tie that was a little small for him.
He looked around brightly, everyone stared at him but he ignored them and picked up a hunk of chicken with his hands and crunched down, he swallowed and took a swig of water ignoring people frowning at him and muttering to themselves.
"This chicken is the best I've tasted." He said with his mouth full.
Daisy cleared her throat and looked away. her mother whispered something to him and he wiped his hands carefully on a papper tissue looking around, clearing his throat awkwardly, putting his hands under the table-smilling at people whom shook there heads at him pointedly.