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Disclaimer: I do not know Nsync, BSB, or O-town so don’t ask me for autographs. I do not have any credit for the history of TITANIC but this story line is all mine. It may seem to be along the lines of James Cameron’s movie but I promise it will be different.
Justin Timberlake stood on the dock looking up at the giant ship he was to sail back to the US on. He didn’t wish to board, he wasn’t much of a sailor. He would have rather just stayed in Europe but if he and his fiancé JC Chasez were to get married they had to return to the US. He sighed heavily as his father Kevin Richardson came and stood beside him. His face was shining with happiness and relief at returning home to the states. He held a tall cane and stood there with his hands on the top of it.
“I told you it was a beautiful ship,” said JC, coming up beside Justin and taking his hand. “It’s the most luxurious ship in the world and I have managed to secure us one of the two most expensive suites in the entire first class area. It has a private promenade so we can eat breakfast alone together.”
“I’m really not sure about this JC. I really would rather have all the guest come here and stay in England. I don’t like to sail. I’m worried to be honest. What if something bad happens? What if we never make it to America?”
“My dear son,” said Kevin, “That is not possible. The TITANIC has been labeled unsinkable. We will make to America, I assure you of that.”
“Your father is quite right Justin. The ship is unsinkable, you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” Justin brought his hands down in front of him. He continued to stare up at the TITANIC, worry in his eyes. He could feel that something was going to happen, he just didn’t know what. It kept him screaming on the inside.
Justin said nothing as the three of them walked up the boarding ramp to enter the ship. He held his cane in front of him the whole time. On the inside he could feel his heart beating. He knew he was shaking and hoped that neither JC nor his father could tell that he was. He followed them to their suite and began to help them unpack.
Meanwhile, across the dock in a pub, Ashley Angel, a young man who had lived on the streets for years since his family had been killed in the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and fire, stood awaiting his turn to throw the darts. His friend Jacob Underwood was beside him. Jacob was American but he had been born and raised in Italy so he had a bit of an accent. They were playing against two other poor guys who had already lost all their money and had finally bet two third class tickets for the TITANIC’s maiden voyage so they could play another round.
The second of the two men stood back and watched as his partner threw the darts. He smiled in triumph at the score his partner had achieved. Out of five throws, he had hit the bulls-eye twice and two more had hit the inner ring. Only one of the darts stuck in the outer ring. Ashley was up. Jacob had already taken his turn and so had the first of the two guys. Ashley and Jacob were trailing and Ashley realized he needed to hit four bulls-eyes if he wanted to win it for them.
Ashley steadied his hand and focused his eyes on the small circle in the center of the dart board. Jacob couldn’t watch, he shut his eyes and turned away. The other two had already been congratulating each other on a job well done. Ashley drowned out all sound, held his concentration, and threw the dart. It hit its target with not trouble at all. It was just one dart though so the other two men thought they didn’t have to worry. Ashley concentrated again and threw the second dart. It too hit the target right where he wanted it to go. He still had to make two more hit there if he wanted to win.
Jacob looked up and saw the two darts that already stuck in the center of the dart board. Although he was happy that Ashley had made half the shot they needed to win, he was still scared. He shut his eyes again. Ashley threw the third dart and hit the bulls-eye for the third time in a row. The two guys were now starting to get worried. He hadn’t missed a shot and he only needed one more to win it for him and Jacob. Not to mention, he had two tries left to do it. They smiled when Ashley’s fourth dart hit the inner ring, just missing the target. Ashley gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. Concentrating harder than ever, he shut his eyes and threw the fifth dart.
The sound of the two guys yelling in horror coaxed Ashley to open his eyes. He had done it. The fifth and final dart had stuck fast to the center of the dart board. Jacob opened his eyes slowly. When he saw that Ashley had won it for them, he jumped up and down with excitement.
“We won, we won, we are going to America!” Jacob yelled. He hugged Ashley with happiness. Then the bartender yelled out to them.
“Sorry lad, you don’t go to America, TITANIC does and she leaves in two minutes!” Ashley and Jacob looked at each other with serious expressions. They grabbed the money and tickets from the table, stuffed it in their bags and took off running.
They had about half a minute left when they finally reached the boarding ramp for third class. “Wait!” Ashley and Jacob both called out. Ashley held out the tickets. The two crewmen took them and looked at them for a moment. “Yes, we’ve been through the inspection process and we’re both clean. We’re Americans anyway, so you shouldn’t worry.” The crewmen nodded and stepped aside for them two to board the ship.
Little did they know, there was a very terrible disaster in their future. They didn’t think nothing of it as they joined the queue on the deck to say good by to all those people that had come to port to see the TITANIC off.
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