My eyes moved from the people below, to the sky, and back down to the sea beneath us.
As I continued to yell nonsense into the air.
I could feel the ship finally start moving, the loud horn of the Titanic soared throughout the air around us.
And my heart sank into a pool of happiness. I was really here, my dreams had come true. A poor, unimportant boy in a luxurious ship of dreams. And it truly was, a ship of dreams. From a simple game of cards, I bet on the tickets…
And god was by my side, we won! I am one lucky bastard!
I clutched onto my heavy bag, as I paced across the narrow corridor, mumbling under my breath,
Where is that goddamn room? I kept my eyes on the shiny white walls as I kept on walking.
Until finally, I stopped walking, and stood in front of the door with the numbers printed on it: 316.
I placed my hand on the door knob, as I opened the door.
I stepped in, into a room with already two people in it.
Without thinking, I said, “Hey, how are you all doing, I’m Jack,” I let out my hand for the man to take, the one sitting on the bed, the man only stared at it.
I walked on, towards the other man.
“I’m Jack Dawson,” I told him. He shook my hand, as I mumbled the words, “How are you doing,” I dumped my bags onto the ground as I looked up at Fabrizio, already on the top bunk bed.
“Hey… who says you get top bunk!” I laughed, he laughed in return as I playfully punched him.
I ducked my head under the top bed, as I sat down on the lower one.
“Where’s Sven?” Asked the man to his other friend.
I laughed quietly to myself.
So there I was, finally catching my dream. And this time, I wouldn’t let it slip out from my grasp.