My Name Is-

Your time to shine is now. Or is it???
April, 1912, and Ruby Smith has decided to move from her home in Southampton to America, aboard the RMS Titanic. The ship that could never sink sunk on her maiden voyage, leaving over 1,500 dead. But did they all have to die?

Entry for the movellas King and Queen comp :)


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1. Chapter One

Where the waves hit cloudy bay,

and you know somehow you will find your way;

to the place beyond the ocean blue,

to the place where the world will remember you.

 

But when the ship sets out on her maiden journey,

the winds of change start slowly turning;

they bring you a future that sure is a shocker,

they will drag you down to Davy Jones' locker.

 

 

10th April 1912.

  My heart refuses to stop pounding in my chest, and the butterflies in my stomach are quickly turning to snakes. I try to shake off my nerves but they cling to me, refusing to depart. Today is the day, the day I will leave forever, never to return to this place again. I know deep down that I've made the right decision, there will be better job opportunities in America, and maybe I'll someone there, someone people will remember. But there is still the part of me that refuses to let go, refuses to believe that I will really leave this place. Reminds me of all the good times I've had here, all the memories I'll never forget. But the bags are packed and the ship is ready. Tonight I shall dine aboard the greatest ship in the world, the RMS Titanic.

  I glance quickly at the clock on the wall, and gasp, I only have half an hour before I must leave. I rise from the armchair, and hurried up the stairs into the master bedroom bedroom. A beautiful gown lies across the four-poster bed, bursting with different shades of red and black. I walk over to it and stoked my hand across the fine silk. This is the most beautiful dress I have ever lain eyes upon, fuchsia silk with a black net overdress, embroidered with black beads. I quickly get changed, and smile as waves of fabric fall to my toes. I tie my dark hair up, and hold it in place with the most beautiful feathered hat in the world. I finish the glamorous look with a ruby necklace, sparkling in the ray of sunlight which comes through the window.

  I feel like an alien in these clothes, in this house, but Antoinette my mistress, insisted she'd pay for me to travel first class, and then she demanded I be picked up at her mansion, wearing her clothes, so I'd make a good impression. But either way, this just isn't me. A rap on the door downstairs awakens me from my thoughts. I take a few deep breaths, and wipe my sweaty palms on the skirt of my dress, before clenching them into fists. I walk slowly down the stairs and up to the solid oak door. I unclench my fist, twist the knob and pull the door inwards. Standing before me is Antoinette Miller. She is beaming from ear to ear, her eyes sparkling with pride. She is wearing a stunning lapis lazuli gown and a hat perched upon her silver hair.

  "Antoinette," I say softly, my voice only shaking a little.

"My dear Ruby," she squeals. "Why, you look like your planning on taking a boat to Hell. Lighten up, this is your dream remember, and who knows, you could become famous. America is the land of dreams after all. And don't you just look marvelous! That gown is perfect on you, it really brings out your eyes. I'm afraid we have to leave right away, the Titanic is almost in Southampton, and you don't want to miss it."

  I smile a bit at her enthusiasm, and follow her outside and into the horse pulled carriage, waiting on the the driveway. My bags are already waiting for me when I step inside. I gasp, frozen in place, as I stare in awe at the interior of the carriage. It seems that the whole world around me has turned to red and gold. There is a small chandelier hanging from the roof, catching the dust in it's glow. I take a seat on the plush red sofa, running my hand across the soft fabric. There is a small jolt as the horses take off, and I feel my heart hammering in my chest, so loud I'm sure Antoinette can hear it. Speaking of Antoinette, for the first time since I've met her, she is sitting in silence, lost in thought.

  Mere minutes after the journey begun, it ended. The clapping of the horses hooves ceased, and the smell of sea-salt wafted through my nostrils. The noise outside was phenomenal, shouting, sobbing, laughing and chatting. I could already feel the buzz of excitement around me. The suddenly, the carriage door opened and I stepped outside onto the crowded bay. The ship waiting patiently in the water, is the largest ship I have ever seen. She strikes me as beautiful, in a way that can't possibly be explained in words. I could stand here for hours on end taking it all in. I hear Antoinette stepping into the salty air beside me, so I turn around to face her.

"Ruby," she says quietly, her voice breaking. "Good luck."

  And then she flings her arms me, tears streaming down her face. I feel my own tears forming, and have to blink furiously to prevent them. She finally breaks the embrace, and I feel her slipping something into my hand. She smiles comfortingly at me as I unfurl my fingers and stare at the object lying in the palm of my hand. Her grandmother's diamond ring. I gasp, about to tell Antoinette I cannot accept such a gift, but when I look up again she's gone, never to return again.

  I walk forward towards the ship, dragging my bags along behind me. As I near, a finely dressed young man takes my bags, and leads me onto the boat. The sunlight reflects on the sheen of black paint, and I am forced to squint  as I walk. Finally I reach an entrance and I pause, taking a deep breath, before climbing aboard the RMS Titanic.

 

April 14, 1912.

   The past few days have gone by so fast, each one far better than the last. The food has definitely been the greatest I have ever eaten. At dinner, as many as ten courses were served, all so rich and tasty. For the first time in my life, I feel truly special. I feel like a princess, like I'm the most important person on Earth. At first I was terrified, having no one to talk to, but that has changed since I met Joseph. I've been sitting with him at every meal, and I think I'm beginning to fall for him.

  I rise from the bed, and wrap myself up in a light pink, silk dressing gown. I walk towards the window, and draw back the curtains, letting a beam of golden sunlight light up the cabin. I glance a the clock on the wall, ticking softly. It's 6:30 already. As I was so wrecked this morning, I came up to m cabin to have a nap. I had no idea I'd been asleep for so long. I'd better start getting ready for dinner tonight. I have decided to wear the gown I wore on my arrival, as I haven't worn it since. I saunter over to the wardrobe, and open it. I scan my eyes over the clothes for a moment or two before the gown catches my eye. I grab it, and get changed as fast as I can.

  Once dressed, I apply my make-up and brush my hair. I let it flow past my shoulders long, dark waves. As I leave the cabin, I can't help sneaking a peek at myself in the mirror. I open the door, and stroll down the corridor, my shoes echoing with every step. I know my way around the ship by now, so I walk with utmost confidence down to the restaurant. I step inside, and the warm atmosphere welcomes me in. I scan the rows of tables, until my eyes rest upon Joseph. He looks stunning, dressed in a fine black suit, his fair hair combed back. I quicken my pace as I half walk, half jog towards, a small smile playing at the corners of my lips.

  The moment I reach him, he wraps me in a tight embrace. I feel his heart beating softly in his chest, and inhale the scent of roses that clings to him.

"Ruby!" he exclaims, releasing me. "You look beautiful. Do sit down and take a look at the menu. I'm hungry just looking at it."
I sit down, and he passes me the menu.

"Thanks," I mumble shyly, reading through the menu. Joseph was right, this really is a meal to die for.

 

First Course

Hors D'Oeuvres
Oysters

Second Course

Consommé Olga
Cream of Barley

Third Course Poached Salmon with Mousseline Sauce,

Cucumbers

Fourth Course Filet Mignons Lili
Saute of Chicken, Lyonnaise
Vegetable Marrow Farci

Fifth Course

Lamb, Mint Sauce
Roast Duckling, Apple Sauce
Sirloin of Beef, Chateau Potatoes
Green Pea
Creamed Carrots
Boiled Rice
Parmentier & Boiled New Potatoes

Sixth Course

Punch Romaine

Seventh Course

Roast Squab & Cress Eighth Course Cold Asparagus Vinaigrette

Ninth Course

Pate de Foie Gras
Celery

Tenth Course

Waldorf Pudding
Peaches in Chartreuse Jelly
Chocolate & Vanilla Eclairs
French Ice Cream

 

  I'll be stuffed! A fine dressed waiter appears, and quickly takes our orders. Once he is gone, I notice the others sitting at the rounded table. There are three others, a man, a woman and a young girl, all talking and laughing together. I turn to face Joseph, opening my mouth to speak, but before I get a word out, the waiter has returned with piles of food. I practically have to pick my jaw from the floor at the sight of it.

  "Wow!" I say to Joseph, swallowing one of the oysters. "These is amazing. I never had oysters before, have you?"

"Once or twice," he replies, casually picking at his oyster. "They're, well, an acquired taste."

I laugh, eating my next oyster very dramatically. "Your so fussy, just eat the things, there not half bad once you get past the texture."

He groans, placing his hand across his heart, and shutting his eyes tight. He raises the oyster to his mouth, and swallows. "Ugh, I'll never understand how people actually like these things."

  The next nine courses arrive, each more delicious than the last. By the time I'm finished I can barely move, but moments later I find myself held in Joseph's arms, dancing along the floor. I feel his heart thumping against my own, and I know I have never felt this safe before. After a while, I suggest we get some fresh air, and the two of us step out into the night. The cold air hits me like a bullet, and I can feel a shiver rising through my body. Joseph notices, and puts his arm around me.

  I stare out into the waves, the icebergs dotting the ocean, almost mirror the cloudy sky above. It's beautiful. Joseph turns to face me, and wraps his arms around my waist. His lips are now centimeters from my own, I shut my eyes.

  And that's when the Titanic crashes.

  The force knocks me from my feet, and I am flung into the metal rail. An agonizing pain shoots through my body. I try to scream, but no sound escapes my lips, as I crumple to the floor. Sudden;y, I spot Joseph, clinging to the rail for his life, the ocean below, beckoning to him slyly. I scramble over to him, and grab his arm, attempting to pull him to safety. He releases the rail, and clutches my wrists. I gasp in exasperation, using every ounce of my strength to pull him back.

  But sometimes your best just isn't good enough. I can feel his fingers slipping, and the look of panic in his eyes has turned to defeat. He lets go. I scream, as he plunges to the sea, the tears already streaming down my face.

  When he hits the water, there is not a sound, barely even a splash, the wave coming to greet him doesn't even break. But my heart does.

  Black spots start to cloud my vision, as I cry, each sob threatening to shatter my ribs. Finally, the pain becomes to much, and I am plunged into darkness.

  I wake to the sound of shouts and screams, and the thundering of feet all around me. I sit up, confused for one precious moment before I start to wish I'd stayed unconscious. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around me, and half carry me towards a lifeboat. One of the crew standing near me is repeating the same message over and over again.

"Women and children first!"

  I look around as I am pushed into a lifeboat. There are children being ripped from their fathers arms, women sobbing as they leave their lovers. Then with a jerk, the lifeboat lowers into the seas open arms. There is a numbness spreading through me, my mind filled with nothing instead of pain. My heart turning cold instead of shattering. The rowers on the boat begin to row, while the rest of us sit here in utter silence. We are completely surrounded by the blueish waters. Thoughts of America and Joseph start to seep into my mind, while a monstrous wave rises before my eyes. I squeeze them shut, dreading what will happen next.

  The wave hits like a bat out of hell, tossing the boat one way, and it's passengers another, as if we were no more than dolls. Cold seeps through my veins, covering my body in blue. Icy fingers of death clutch me, and I don't have the heart to keep fighting. I can feel the life seeping from me, each breath harder than the last. The waves keep coming, and my muscles are refusing to follow my brain's final commands.

  When they say that before you die, your life flashes before your eyes, it's only half true. All the moments I regret fill my mind. I watch Joseph fall a hundred times. I know now I will die, and I will die alone, that's the worst part. No one will even know I'm gone, no one will even care. My name is just a bunch of letters on a page. My name is-

  And then the darkness wins.

   

 

 

 

    

 

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