Titanic: Beautiful Eyes

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Cheyanne Darling, 16, joined the Titanic crew to get a fresh start. Albert Ervine, 18, joined the Titanic crew so that his family could afford their home in Belfast. They're both scarred, broken; a little rough around the edges. But they have one thing in common. They are survivors.

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1. RMS Titanic

"Cheyanne, we can finally have the life I've always wanted for us. We don't have to go back! Now we've just got a week. One week! Then we'll be living like royalty." my fiancé was practically dancing around our dingy little cabin as he squealed like a young school girl.

"Daniel, I'm on the wait staff and you're working in a boiler room. This isn't exactly the height of luxury." I point out.

Okay, so maybe he was prepared for this huge step, but I wasn't. I wanted to stay home in Ireland with my family. I didn't want to try my chances with these thousands of other people in a place we've never seen before. We didn't even have a place to live once we docked in America. We were going to have to find jobs first.

"So maybe it isn't the Taj Mahal," he admitted, sobering up a bit. He still had that mischievous glint in his eye however, "But we're on a world-class, state-of-the-art ship. It's better than anything I could've given you back home. Anyway, if nothing else, I have the assurance that after a whole day of shoveling coal, I get to come back to my lavish cabin and sleep next to my beautiful fiancé." he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my neck.

I giggled as he whirled me around and kissed me hard on the lips. After a moment, I pushed him away by his forearms, hoping that I didn't look as utterly disgusted as I felt. I had to pretend to love this man. All thanks to my parents, who left me nothing after their passing. The alternative to marrying would be to starve and beg in the streets. So this just seemed the right thing. That didn't mean I had to like it.

"Daniel, we're going to be late. What message is it going to send if we're late on our first day?"

"We can put up the 'Do Not Disturb' sign. I'm sure they'll get that message." he cackled grotesquely, heaving me onto his bunker.

"Daniel, I'm serious. We need to go." I whined, taking him by his unsettled brunette hair and pushing him away.

"What are they going to do if we don't show up? Fire us?"

"From a canon, perhaps." I joked lightly, as I sat up and began to dress in my uniform, "Well, you can stay and do what you like. I'm going to do my job. I'll see you tonight."

With that, I tied my apron tight around my tiny waist, pulled my brunette hair into a tight bun atop my head and took off to report to the main offices for my call-sheet.

-

"Oh, forgive me!" a towering man who'd just rammed into me at full-speed exclaimed. The linens I'd been carrying went flying in every direction, "I'm - I wasn't looking! I was - reading." he held up his book as if to prove to me that he wasn't lying.

"I'm fine, Sir. My apologies." I came at a loss for words when our eyes finally met. And how beautiful his were. I knew those eyes from somewhere. I'd seen him before, "You're one of the engineers!" I shrieked in realization. I quickly scuttled to my feet, attempting to pick up my once teetering pile of table linens.

"Yes, I am." he chuckled, "Please, let me take these. Where are you headed?" he asked, taking my linen tower and proceeding down the hall.

"I was on my way to the Dining Hall. Second Class."

"Right, you are, m'dear." he nods as we begin to ascend the stairs, "What's your name, Love?"

"Darling. Cheyanne Darling." I never really liked my name, so I found it awkward having to tell an admittedly beautiful young man, "And you're..." I pulled at the furthest corners of my recollection to try to remember what this man's name was, "Edwin?" I ask, half heartedly.

"Ervine." he chuckles at my flub, "But it's my surname. My first name is Albert."

"What a handsome name." I let it slip through my lips faster than I could stop it, "Pardon me!" I gasp at my outburst.

"I've always found it a bit outdated. I've always asked everyone to just call me Ervine."

"Well, I like Albert." I proclaim, "I do believe I'll call you your real name." I decide.

"That's perfectly fine, Miss."

We settled into a comfortable silence as we walked, until we finally came upon the dining hall, "Alright, I'll leave you to it." he concluded, setting the massive pile of black table clothes on top of one of the many mahogany bar stools sitting around, "I'd like if you would join me for tea in the parlor. My shift ends in an hour."

"Absolutely. I'd love to." I chuckle. What am I thinking? I'm a soon-to-be married woman. I can't just be running around with every man who comes around. But then again...his eyes. They are magnificent.

"I'll meet you at eleven?" he asks, his eyes bright with excitement. It seems like he'd expected my rejection.

Nevertheless, I managed to push forth several words from my lips, "I would be most delighted, Albert."
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