Her Name Titanic/APH CH.3
April 12th, 1912.
The early morning chill of the Atlantic Ocean wasn't enough to deter Arthur from strolling the deck hes grown to love oh so much. Rather, it made him more determined to stay up and continue to take in the sea air. He asked a passing steward for a blanket and a cup of hot tea. Finding an empty deck chair, he sat down relaxing with his tea. He closed his eyes and took a deep inhale.
I can get used to this...
he opened his eyes again and smiled, taking a sip of his tea.
Yep, I'm used to it.
He lied back and closed his eyes again, the warmth of the cup in his hands helping soothe his mind. Everything was quiet, save for the small chatter from other passengers and the sound of the ocean moving underneath them. He had his own personal deck but oddly enough, he enjoyed being on the deck everyone else used. He didn't like being around other people. If anything he hated it. However, here he didn't mind it as much.
Guess that's the effect this ship could have on people. He thou