Hello my dear people ^ - ^!


Surely everyone of you knows the movie "Titanic". Well, for me it has been one of my favorite films for ages and that's why I recently had the idea to make the film an FF. So instead of the main actors Rose (Kate Wnslet) and Jack (Leonardo di'Caprio) Trunks and Pan are playing! I hope you like it and you tell me how you like the first part and whether I should continue writing, yes?


HEASMDL Mystral ^^




TITANIC


“It feels like it was yesterday when it happened, when this terrible disaster happened.” Son Pan began and everyone stared at her expectantly. Everyone, her granddaughter Lizzi, the captain of the ship she was on and the entire research team. They all sat in chairs around her and wanted to hear her story. Your history? No, that was the wrong word. More like their past. Son Pan glanced at the table next to him and looked into an old, splintered and rotting mirror.The last time she looked in, she saw a pretty young woman. A young woman with long black hair and bright blue eyes, with full, red lips and beautiful jewelry around her body. But now an old woman looked back. Old, as old as time itself. With white curly hair, wrinkled skin and a slightly hunched back. There was only one thing that she had kept since that time: her radiant blue eyes, which soon shimmered as brightly as the ocean on which she was!


All eyes were still on her and she looked down with a sigh. A silent tear ran down her cheek and she suppressed a sob. "Mrs. Son Pan, you don't have to tell us yet if you don't want to!" said Mr. Smith, the chief researcher, but Son Pan shook his head vigorously. "No, I would like to tell you all. It was April 11th, 1912, when I saw this gigantic ship for the very first time and found my great love!Let me tell you from the start:




It was a bright, beautiful and sunny day. The sun was bright over the ocean, birds were chirping happily and a good mood filled the air. However, I did not feel much of all this! I sat, cramped and with the curtains drawn, in a carriage that was to take me to Liverpool. Next to me was my fiancé, Celton Hockley, a very wealthy businessman. He had brown hair that was gelled back and brown eyes that radiated pure greed. My mother, Son Kathreen Elisabeth Videl, sat across from me. I was very much like her. From her I had the jet-black hair and the sky-blue eyes. However, it does not determine the character. My wife, mother, was very strict and all she cared about was money. Money, money, money, nothing else. And next to her you could see Mr. Iren. Actually he was Celton's servant, but you could also call him a spy, since he has sniffed after me everywhere since I knew Celton.

So I sat in this darkened, stuffy carriage and waited longingly for the arrival in Liverpool, but the journey seemed to never end. Nobody in the carriage spoke a word to me or anyone else. They all sat quietly. Everyone except Celton, who was just counting his money. My mother straightened her hair and Mr. Iren looked lost in thought at the floor.


Bored, I twiddled my thumbs and had to endure the oppressive silence.


At last, years had passed, the carriage came to a standstill and the driver opened the carriage door for us. He bowed to me and held out his hand. I took it and quickly got out of the carriage, followed by the others. I immediately had to cover my ears. Because it was terribly loud out here. I looked around with narrowed eyes. I was standing in the middle of a ship harbor, all kinds of people were running past me hectically, some of them screaming or shouting.Every now and then I saw children running across the jetties and tugging their parents' clothes to make them hurry up.


I saw a lot of people walking across the port in old, torn and dirty clothes. Smoking a pipe or sometimes reading the newspaper and almost everyone of the many people pointed to the big ship in front of them. I followed her fingers with my eyes and saw what was probably the largest ship that I had ever seen in my life. It was bombastic, a real feast for the eyes. For a short time I was completely carried away by this dominant appearance, but when I heard Celton's voice behind me, my eyes clouded again.


The time on this ship seemed to be no pleasure, as all the others felt.


For everyone it was the "ship of dreams", but for me it was a slave ship that would take me to New York, imprisoned and locked up.


Celton came up to me and took my hand. "Hi honey?What do you think of this sight? "" The Maurotania was bigger! "I snapped back and stepped onto the dock to the ship, followed closely by Celton. Two sailors greeted us warmly and let us enter without checking the tickets. I could already guess why. Because we yes, were so rich! In her opinion it was probably not necessary to check the cards. With lowered eyes I entered the imposing ship and breathed in the fresh scent of the painted walls. The ship was really brand new, it was the RMS Titanic, the largest ship ever built! She was also considered unsinkable, or at least that's what Celton had told me.


No sooner were we all on board than the captain, Captain Munson, met us nicely. "" Oh, the sons are here! Welcome Miss Son Pan, Mrs Son Videl, Mr Hockley! I am delighted to see you on the Titanic, the unsinkable ship! "I barely noticeably rolled my eyes, but then smiled at him because my mother was already looking at me oddly.

After long welcome speeches, which I never liked anyway, he led us downstairs and showed us our rooms. I had one with Celton, which I really disliked. But what should I do about it? So I took it in silence and entered the large apartment. It was beautifully decorated and I took a closer look around with enthusiasm! A table with a few chairs stood in the middle of the room on a reddish-potted carpet that filled the whole room. There were many mirrors on the walls, and cupboards and tables on the walls of the room were all made of dark, precious wood.


"Well, do you like it, Pan?" asked my mother with a smile. I nodded slightly and then put my things on the beige sofa. Two maids came in immediately, dragging my suitcases and dropping them on the sofa as well. Celton immediately dropped into one of the chairs and went back to work on his wallet."Miss Son Pan, should we unpack and hang up all of the pictures?" one of the maids suddenly asked me and looked at me shyly. "Yes, please. Hang everyone up." I replied, whereupon Celton had to make one of his comments again. "Hach Pan, those terrible pictures! What do you think of them? I bet this ... what was the name of the painter?" "Something with Picasso, I think." "Yes, exactly, this Picasso will never do anything, think me! ”I shook my head slightly and helped the maids unpack the pictures. I was an avid art lover, and I was particularly impressed by the pictures of this Picasso. I was always fascinated by how he managed to paint such impressive pictures. But Celton was of a completely different opinion and he let me feel that at every opportunity.


He made fun of my taste and teased me about it, but I usually didn't listen at all, not this time either.



"Ok guys, the moment of truth has come!" said Trunks in a frantic voice and looked around. "A new life will begin for one of us. So, turn up the cards!" He first looked at Fabrizio, his best Italian friend, and then at Olaf and Sven, who looked at their cards with concern with cigarettes in their mouths. Trunks nervously examined what they were playing for. A few silly gold coins and a pocket watch, but above all there were two cards, two very special cards. Should he win two life-changing cards. There were two tickets for the R.M.S. Titanic!


"So, I'm out!" said Olaf, shaking his head and threw down his cards. "Well, now you!" said Trunks and looked at Sven. He also put down his cards with an annoyed expression. "Ohohoh, but that doesn't look good." He mocked and looked expectantly at Fabrizio, who now also revealed his cards. "Come on, show!" demanded Sven Trunks, who now also gave away his tickets.“Well, I'm sorry Fabrizio.” Trunks said sadly. This looked back angrily. "Are you insane? We've gambled all of our money now and you haven't even ..." "I'm sorry you won't see your parents for a very long time!" Trunks interrupted him and they both jumped into the air, cheering loudly. "JAHAAAA, WE WON!" Fabrizio shouted beside himself, doing a somersault. Trunks grabbed the cards with a loud scream and jumped out of the bar. "I can't believe Fabrizio, we made it! We're going with the Titanic near New York! Juhuuuuuuuuu!" he shouted with a grin and ran through the crowd that had now gathered in front of the Titanic, closely followed by his friend.


But in the midst of his cheers, Fabrizio's worried voice suddenly reached his ear. "Trunks! The ship is leaving in five minutes!" "WHAT? Oh shit!" Trunks now picked up the pace and saw the bridge getting closer and closer. "Faster Fabrizio, I thought you were such a good runner.Come on, we can still do it! "But then Trunks saw how the anchor was lifted and the ship began to honk." Oh no! "His breathing got faster and faster and like the wind he roared across the pier to the entrance of the ship, where two sailors were just about to close the door." Hold on, wait! We are still passengers, we still have to go! "He called out to them, who looked up. Trunks came to a gasp in front of the two men and took a breather when Fabrizio also arrived exhausted behind him." Were you already at the control? "asked one of the sailors suspiciously and first looked at Trunks. He looked over his chin-length, purple hair, to his blue eyes and down to his shabby clothes. Then he set his sights on Fabrizio. He looked at the short, black hair, the dark eyes, went over to his dark skin color and even with his dirty