12:07 GMT April 12, 1912
I knew what I had to do. I had explained myself to Alex and said goodbye. I had no clue how long I would be on the ship or in foreign nations such as the United States.
But my mission still stood. I had to stop James from blowing up the ship and killing 2,000 people. While the 100,000 onlookers watched everyone boarding the ship through the plank, I snuck onto the ship via a window. I climbed into the secret compartment I had built and stayed there.
Approximately eight minutos later, at 12:15 p.m. on April 12, 1912, the titanic left land for the first time.
Because I couldn't be seen por the First-class James Hauds, I had to hide in the bottom of the ship with all of the animals. It smelled, was noisy, and delightfully unpleasant.
I had managed to build a shelter seguinte to a tabby cat. The minuto I had walked into my shelter, the cat had mewed and leaned against the bars of the cages, begging me to pet him.
So I did.
Titanic, Atlantic Ocean
23:49 April 13, 1912
It had been a dia and a half. I decided it was time for me to sneak out and try to figure out when he was going to blow the titanic up and how I could stop him.
I crept along the hallway, the cat on my heels. It was late at night and I didnt want to get caught. It would be hard to explain what a teenage girl was doing wandering the titanic in the dead of night.
I walked around one corner and got a beam of light in my eyes. I stumbled back. A guard was holding a lantern, looking at me curiously.
"What are you doing down here, little girl?" he asked.
"Oh! Uh..." I trailed off thinking of an excuse. I picked up the cat quickly and turned back to the guard. "I was just taking this cat back to its owner."
"And who is its owner?" the guard asked suspiciously.
I replied the name of a billionaire on board.
"Ah, I see." he said. "Well then, go on."
I smiled and walked past him. As soon as he was gone, I breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn't encounter any mais guards. Putting the cat down, I continued walking.
I found James's room soon enough. I looked inside. He wasn't there. Them I remembered they were having a party downstairs and assumed he was there. I walked in and looked around. His room was as messy as it was on land.
I sifted through papers on his escrivaninha, mesa and put everything back where it had been before. That was a special talent of mine. Leaving no traces of myself behind.
I was going through the mess on his floor when I heard a key scratch in the lock. Leaping out the window, I ducked on the ledge right as he opened the door.
The deck of the ship was sixty feet below me. I couldn't jump. I groaned softly to myself and started creeping along.
The cat found my way down. It had surprisingly stayed with me the entire time. It found a pothole leading to the boiler room. There were a few workers in the boiler room, but I managed to slip back to my shelter before I was caught.
One night down and nothing to show but a cat.