clothes he hardly noticeably grimaced."Yes, of course we were in control!" log trunks. "Exactly, we don't have lice or rats or whatever anyway!" Fabrizio assured them and showed them their cards. The two men examined it carefully and then finally read it through. Still cheering, Trunks and Fabrizio ran aboard, bumped into a few people and then came on deck.


Satisfied and full of happiness, he sucked the fresh sea air into his lungs and let his gaze wander over the blue ocean. Then he headed for the top of the deck, followed by the Italian.


The huge ship honked once more and ran out of the harbor. Trunks squeezed between the people who were all standing at the railing of the Titanic and waving their loved ones ashore. Trunks did the same and waved with all their might. I didn't know anyone, but he didn't care! He could have hugged the whole world at that moment and beamed at everyone who looked at him.

The Titanic drove out of the harbor and left an angry and waving crowd behind. She crossed the sea gracefully and looked like a starry sky on the dark water.


Trunks walked to the top of the ship and looked out over the North Atlantic. * This is overwhelming! * he thought carried away, stood as close to the railing as possible, built up his upper body, stuck his nose up into the wind and closed his eyes. He let the strong sea wind blow over his face and through his hair. And suddenly he felt the need to just shout all his happiness out into the world so that everyone could hear it. He opened his eyes again and shouted: "I AM THE KING OF THE WORLD!" loud out to sea.




"Honey, come on now!" were once again my mother's first words when she entered my room. I was sitting in front of the mirror and looking at myself sadly. Tonight there was a gathering of the Sons in one of the many restaurants.It was about the wedding of me and Celton, which I was not very enthusiastic about. The prospect of spending my life with a greedy, arrogant and conceited bogey shivered me, but I didn't let it show. I never let it be noted, no, never! On the outside, I was the well-behaved girl I should be. But inside I screamed. Shouted quietly, nobody heard me, nobody! "Pan! The meeting has already started." My mother stepped up next to me and gave me a stern look, her typical reproachful "come-on-or-do-you-want-to-shame-us look". “I'm coming.” I gave back shortly and walked out of my apartment, closely followed by my mother. My throat went dry and my heart rushed when I opened the door of the restaurant and saw everyone gathered. All the Sons and all the Hokleys sat together at a table and talked excitedly. I didn't even have to think about what. Money, what else?But none of the relatives even seemed to notice me as I sat between my fiancé and a plump woman named Molly Brown. "Ah, sugar dolls! You are. And what do you want to eat?" Celton asked me after I cleared my throat several times. I shrugged lightly, because hunger was the last thing I felt now. "Good, then I'll order you a lamb chop, just like me. You like lamb, don't you?" I nodded silently and sat down on the chair with my back hunched and shoulders sagging. Usually I wasn't allowed to do that even in my wildest dreams, but that evening I didn't care. How I looked, how I acted, how I sat. Everything just seemed unimportant. And who cared how I sat anyway? Wasn't everyone allowed to sit the way they wanted? And already the strict and warning clearing of my mother's throat could be heard, but I didn't pay attention and after a while she let it stay.

I didn't know what everyone was talking about. I had no ears for it, I didn't care either, because my thoughts were just about the black one, nothing! I didn't know what to do anymore, I had the feeling of falling into a deep, black hole from which there was no escape. Slowly tears welled up and I tried desperately to keep myself under control. When I looked up, I was looking directly into a mirror that was hanging on the wall. And a doll stared back with empty eyes. That's right, a doll! So I had made up and styled again that I could have passed for a porcelain doll. Was that the meaning of my life? Was that why I was born? It just couldn't be, it wasn't me anymore! It couldn't go on like this, I had the feeling that I couldn't take a second longer in this fumble and resolutely I got up from the table. "Honey, where are you going?" my mother asked me, but I just ran to the exit and disappeared behind the door of it.

Tap-tap-tap.


Sobbing and howling loudly, I ran down the deck. Every now and then I bumped into some people who turned to look at me in amazement, but I didn't care. Tears flowed down my face, wiping away the thick makeup, but what did that matter? I saw my life before me as if it were already behind me. Yes, behind me, my life was over! Over and over, there was no way out. There was no one who even noticed how I felt, no one to support me, no one to take me the way I wanted to be.


Tap-tap-tap.


I had reached the end of the ship and stopped at the rail. With tear-smeared eyes, I looked down at the roaring sea, which that night seemed almost black. Shivering, I climbed over the railing and now only held onto the railing with my hands, which was now behind me. My breathing quickened, my eyes widened, and my lips were trembling so much that I certainly couldn't have said a word at that moment.It was only up to my hands whether I would fall into the sea or not. I tried to give my hands the command to let go. , but it didn't work. I stared desperately into the water and couldn't take my eyes off it. * Just let go and your silent suffering is over! Gone forever! * I thought doggedly when suddenly a voice made me startle: "Please, don't do it!" Startled, I turned around and saw a boy with purple hair and bright blue eyes standing behind me. He looked at me worried and fearful and slowly stepped closer. “Don't come any closer, stay where you are!” Then the boy in the tattered and old clothes took a stone out of his trouser pocket and threw it over the railing into the water. When I heard the impact, I winced slightly. "See how painful that would do?" he said in a soft and soothing voice and took another step towards me. Now the panic rose in me and I said with a trembling voice: "I'm serious, I jump!"" No, you don't! "Replied the boy more calmly. How?" What do you mean by that, I don't? "I asked confused and looked at him. The boy shrugged his shoulders." Well, because then they would have done it long ago. " "How? You irritate me, go away! "I replied roughly and turned back to the Atlantic. A slight dizziness filled my head and I tried to command my hands to let go again." I can't! "It came again from behind. He was still there? "How can you not? Of course you can, get away! "" No, now it's my business too. If you jump, I have to jump after you for better or worse! "The boy untied his shoelaces and started to take off his shoes. Was this boy crazy? He couldn't mean that, could he?" You are crazy. You would drown miserably. "" Oh, I'm a good swimmer, "replied the boy with what was soon to be a frightening calm."The impact alone would kill you!" "Well, if I am to be honest, the temperature of the water worries me a lot more. At this time of the year it should be pretty cold," he said and now began to take off his brown jacket. I was slowly but surely feeling uncomfortable. "How cold?" I asked softly. "Very cold! When I was a little boy, I often went ice fishing with my father in winter. Ice fishing is when you ..." he added when I stared at him questioningly. But he was interrupted by me. I know what ice fishing is! "I replied roughly and looked again into the cold water. The boy put his hands in front of his body and said softly:" Sorry. You ... you just seem like you are inside most of the time! Anyway ... at least I broke in there once. Believe me, water so cold ... it's like ... like a thousand stitches all over your body. You can no longer breathe, you can no longer think about anything.Nothing more! Apart from the pain! "He had reached me now, but this time I didn't say anything. Was it true what the boy said? Or did he just want to scare me? I looked up at him uncertainly, into his honest sky-blue eyes and my heart stopped, so quickly to hit, it calmed down. And then he carefully held out his hand to me. "Come on, you don't want that at all! "Was that true? Was that really not what I wanted? One last time I took one look at the black, roaring sea, when I then trembled and grasped his hand and clasped it tightly. It struck me how soft his hands were and a smile flashed over my lips. Uncertainly I turned to him and tried to climb over the railing again, with this boy supporting me. Our bodies were now so close together that our faces were almost touching. "Trunks Dorson!" he introduced himself. "Son Cholette Dipere Pan NewCater. "I gave it back and laughed at the look on his puzzled face."You'd better write it down for me," he said with a smile. I was just about to swing my foot over the railing when I got caught in my dress and slipped down. With staring eyes a loud scream escaped me and desperately I clung to Trunks' hand who tried to pull me up. "Trunks, please, help me!" I screamed up in despair and barely heard my own voice because the water rushed so loudly below me. I glanced down in fear, and the next instant I wished I hadn't. "Don't worry! I won't let you go! Climb up, you can do it!" he encouraged me and held my hand firmly. I don't know what happened there, I still don't know today, but it was strange! Because when I looked into his eyes and saw this sparkle and this worried look, a new strength came up in me, a strength with which I managed to pull myself up. Still completely overwhelmed by my performance, Trunks pulled me over the railing and we both fell to the ground, Trunks on top of me.Breathing hard I saw Trunks