A DEEP OCEAN OF SECRETS
Chapter Twenty-Five

Elisabeth was still clutching the deck chair. She had seen the lifeboat, heard the men calling out, and seen the beam of warm light. It had floated right over her body, but they didn’t seem to notice that there was life still in her, though barely. She had no strength to move. Half of her was in the water, but she didn’t feel the cold. She, too, was in a peaceful state. The cold felt like happiness, like an awakening. The worst part was over. And for the first time since the dreadful sight of the iceberg on deck, which was only hours ago but seemed like days, she felt peaceful.

Thoughts and memories filled her mind. She saw herself at different ages, she and Rose and their family, back in Philadelphia, and other countries--she and Rose dressed in beautiful dresses standing underneath the Eiffel Tower, splashing each other with water. Or in Philadelphia, shopping on the streets. In London, she and Rose dancing in the rain without their mother or Cal knowing…

*****

Fourteen-year-old Elisabeth and sixteen-year-old Rose walked down the cobblestone path, laughing and enjoying their time. The Paris sun shone down on their beautiful faces, and they were grinning like little children. Rose was dressed in a beautiful, pale green suit, while Elisabeth wore a light purple day gown. They carried parasols, shielding their faces from the sun. A couple of feet behind them, Cal and Ruth walked arm-in-arm, chatting in a formal manner.

"Can you believe we’re actually in Paris?" Elisabeth smiled, her eyes gleaming. They were now standing right by the base of the Eiffel Tower. Rose looked up at it with wondering eyes. "Cal sure is a bank!"

Rose laughed. "Yes, we are, aren’t we? And you should be enjoying yourself, because knowing the state we’re in, we probably won’t be back for a while."

"I’m having second thoughts about my school," Elisabeth mumbled, twirling the parasol around in her fingers. "Maybe I don’t want to go anymore."

"Cal is paying for it, and you know he’ll be unhappy." Rose noticed Elisabeth’s darkened expression and smiled. "Beat you to the water fountain!" She laughed and ran down the street to the beautiful water fountain. Elisabeth stared after her with a goofy grin.

"That’s cheating!" she cried after her sister, but joined in the laughter and sped down the street as well. Ruth called out after them, but they weren’t listening. Rose reached the fountain first and waited for her sister.

"Beat you!" She smiled at Elisabeth as she landed next to her. Elisabeth smiled, then reached into the water and splashed water onto Rose. She shrieked happily and backed away. People around them looked at them oddly, but stuck their noses up and continued on.

Rose, not letting her sister get off that easily, splashed her back. Elisabeth shouted and splashed her back. They moved around the water fountain, acting like little five-year-olds. They had their fun, but it ended when Ruth and Cal looked at them disapprovingly. Rose’s hair had been soaked near the front, and Elisabeth’s bun had fallen onto her shoulders.

"Honestly, girls, can’t you behave for two minutes?" Ruth asked, fixing her glove. "It is as if I’m walking around with animals."

"Sorry," Rose and Elisabeth mumbled. As Ruth beckoned Elisabeth along, Cal took Rose aside. As she saw Cal’s serious look, her hidden grin faded.

"Do not behave like that again, Rose," he said sternly. "You are embarrassing your mother and I, and I will not marry anybody who embarrasses me. Are we clear?"

Rose looked up at him. "Yes, Cal," she said testily. Cal nodded and let go of her arm. He offered her his arm, she took it, and they walked down the street in silence, Rose still grinning to herself.

This made Elisabeth only cry harder, so loud in the dead silent night. She was the only soul breathing around her, but lost in her own world…

*****

Seventeen-year-old Rose and fifteen-year-old Elisabeth walked down the streets of London. It had once been sunny, but now the clouds were rolling in and it looked like it was going to rain—hard. Rose walked arm-in-arm with Cal, while Ruth and Elisabeth walked ahead of them. The streets were crowded, the air filled with sweet laughter and talk.

Trudy and Kathy Bolt followed Rose and Cal, maidservants carrying their purchases. They scuffled along, their long skirts rimmed with dirt from the walkway. The chatted amongst themselves, whispering girlishly and gossiping about the latest news. Cal turned around. "Hurry up, ladies. It looks like it’s about to rain. We need to get back to the hotel."

Trudy and Kathy nodded and hurried their pace. Ahead, thunder boomed, and all sunlight was gone. The wind had started to pick up softly, blowing Elisabeth’s blood red curls around her face. They passed by a café, and Elisabeth smiled as she saw the warm pastries and other food advertised in the window. Their hotel was just across the beautiful park, the grass green and the flowers in bloom.

"Mother, look at those pastries!" Elisabeth exclaimed, grinning. "Oh, we must stop for one!"

Ruth looked at her daughter disapprovingly. "Elisabeth, it is not ladylike to beg," she commanded. "And just look at the sky. It is about to rain!"

Rose shook her head, enjoying the thought of a nice, warm pastry. "Mother…" She touched her mother’s arm gently. "I think a pastry sounds wonderful. Elisabeth and I could get one while you and Cal head back to the hotel." Ruth looked at her, then at Cal, for some reason. "Mother, we are not children, and the hotel is just right across the park. Cal?"

"I suppose, but come back immediately, and don’t get caught by the rain," Cal instructed. Rose nodded, and Elisabeth smiled. Cal gave Rose a couple of coins and took Ruth’s arm as they headed down the street, Trudy and Kathy following, still chatting amongst themselves.

"You are very persuasive," Elisabeth commented. Rose smiled proudly.

She replied with a proud, "I know I am." They giggled to themselves and walked into the café. They headed up to the counter and both had chocolate éclairs. They wiped the chocolate off their mouths, sitting by the window. They gazed outside, into the park, and saw that a light fall of rain had begun.

Rose sighed as she watched all the people outside duck for cover. "Oh, now look! We have to wait until the rain subsides." She looked at Elisabeth, who had a childish grin on her face. This made her suspicious. "Elisabeth?" she asked slowly.

"Come on, Rose!" Elisabeth got up from her seat and walked quickly to the door. Rose called out after her, then got up and followed her. Elisabeth opened the glass door, the café’s name written in gold letters across the glass, the bell ringing as she opened and closed it. It had begun to rain harder, the wind blowing at a steady pace.

"Elisabeth!" Rose started, but was stopped when Elisabeth walked out into the rain. Her curls immediately stuck to the sides of her face, soaking up the rainwater. Her beautiful, creamy yellow day dress was starting to soak. "Elisabeth!" Rose said again.

Elisabeth widened her arms and spun around slowly. Nobody was in sight. "Come on, Rose! You know you want to!" Elisabeth stopped and smiled, soaked by the second, and with a wave of her hand, Rose cried out and ran to her sister. Rose’s red day dress started to soak as well, her bun of curls sticking to her neck.

Elisabeth held out her arms and spun around, her head tilted toward the sky. The rain washed over her face, her hair spinning around. Thunder boomed overhead, and Rose spun around as well. They grabbed one another’s hands and pranced around in the deserted cobblestone street. People were watching them in awe, but neither cared.

The rain continued on, and the girls continued to dance and spin, leaving Cal and Ruth awaiting their arrival back at the hotel.

*****

To her, those were fond memories that she would never forget. They brought tears to her eyes, knowing she was once that happy. Elisabeth played them over and over in her mind. How did she get herself into such a mess of being in the icy Atlantic, floating on a deck chair? Simple--trying to get back to Philadelphia.

She cried. Tears silently poured down her face. She cried for Rose. She cried for Jack. She cried for Thomas Andrews. Her mother. Cal. Mr. Ismay. Molly Brown. William Thackery. Oh, William…she thought. She hoped that he was all right, and that he wasn’t floating in the water like she was.

Elisabeth looked up into the dark galaxy of stars and sighed, the tears never stopping. The lights from the stars seemed to reflect off her ghostly white skin. She had given up hope. Well, she wasn’t looking for any hope now. She saw another shooting star and smiled faintly. She turned her head and looked around, and saw dead bodies floating around her. All she heard was the lapping of the water.

Elisabeth stopped shivering. Her hair was matted to the sides of her face, still parted down the middle in its usual way. Her eyes looked like all life had gone out of her, and she continued to shed tears from her once fiery emerald eyes. The burning flame that shone in her gleaming eyes had long dimmed out, the ashes blowing away in the wind.

She was brave. She had made it through the ship. She was going ahead after being behind Rose for so long. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t alone. Nearer my God to thee, she sang softly in her head. She closed her eyes, then looked up at the stars again. Another shooting star. "See you there," she breathed, speaking words for the last time, directing the words to everybody she loved and cared for. She looked at the stars, her final vision. She took her final breath, and softly fluttered her eyes closed, knowing that she would never open them again.

She was finally at peace.

Chapter Twenty-Six
Stories