Chapter One

The sinking of the great Titanic will always haunt my mind and soul. Even twenty-one years later, the many screams, dismay and cries of my fellow passengers will always replay in my dreams. I still hear cracking of the frame of the huge vessel, and the zapping of electricity as it's being ripped apart. My mother's cries for me to get in the lifeboat can still be heard so clearly in my brain. Around 1,500 people died that terrifying night. Of the 700 people who survived the wreckage, Jack and I were two lucky ones. 

I shoot upright in bed with sweat pouring down my face, the dreams haunting me again for another night. 

"Rose,it's just a dream", I hear Jack say. He gets them too, the dreams, but I know he tries not to let them show. He tries to be strong for me, like he always had, which was mainly the reason why we made it out of the disaster.

"I know." He passed me the glass of water that was on the nightstand next to the bed. I only have Jack and my daughter, which was actually fine with me. I believe my mother went back to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, where I grew up, in high society with a great last name. I hope her life was peaceful after our separation. She went onto a lifeboat, and I stayed aboard the ship as it was sinking. I cannot say I regret this decision. Jack literally saved my life, not only in the aspect of keeping us both alive, but saved me from an arranged marriage.

My feet dragged out of bed, as I rubbed my eyes. I smile hearing the noise coming from the kitchen. Jack was already up with my daughter Ruth making pancakes. Ruth was named after my mother, though many would argue she didn't deserve to have her name continued through her granddaughter. I would argue that underneath her smug personality there was still a woman of great strength and resilience. She had to carry our last name after my father passed away, and he left us with debt. She had to stick her nose in the air and continue to be a woman of high society.