MAGIC MORNING
Chapter Two
"I don't see what all of the fuss is
about," 17 year old Rose DeWitt Bukater commented. "It doesn't look
any bigger than the Mauritania."
Her fiancé gave her one of his looks and
replied, "You can be blaze about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic.
It's over a hundred feet longer than Mauritania, and far more luxurious."
He smiled and helped Rose's mother out of the
car. "Your daughter is far to difficult to impress, Ruth."
Ruth replied with a slight laugh. "So
this is the ship they say is unsinkable..."
"It is unsinkable!" Cal said.
"God himself could not sink this ship..."
Just then, a man interrupted Cal's train of
thought. Rose looked up again at the huge ship. She didn't want to admit it,
but it was marvelous. She wished that she could enjoy it....but she couldn't.
"Honestly, Cal, if you weren't forever
booking everything at the last instant, we could have gone through the terminal
instead of running along the dock like some squalid immigrant family,"
Ruth said.
"All part of my charm, Ruth. At any
rate, it was my darling fiancée’s beauty rituals which made us late," Cal
replied, looking at Rose.
"You told me to change!" Rose said sarcastically.
"I couldn't let you wear black on a
sailing day, sweetpea," Cal said. "It's bad luck."
Rose looked into her fiancé’s eyes. She had
gotten to a point where she could barely stand him any longer. She wished there
was some way for her to get out...
"I felt like black.." Rose said quietly.
As they started to board the ship, Rose felt
like she was trapped. Trapped in a world that she could never exit. Her arm was
hooked on to Cal's. He was smiling, acting as if they were the perfect couple.
Rose knew otherwise.
Rose knew she was everything a well brought
up girl should be. But she also knew that, inside, she was screaming. Screaming
for a hero.