Hello everyone! Well, I've finally decided to write a story, and not just a oneshot. Titanic is one of my all-time favorite movies, and I thought it would be a great fanfic if Edward was cast as "Jack Dawson" and Bella as "Rose DeWhitt Bukater". Now, after reading the summary, I know you all are thinking, "in the movie, Rose is the first-class passenger, not Jack!" I know this! I wanted to use almost the same storyline as the movie, but with a few twists...one such as this. In my story, Edward is cast as the "rich" role, and Bella is the "poor third-class passenger". Emmett is her brother, and Rosalie and Jasper are their bunk mates in their room. Alice is Edward's older sister, and Esme and Carlisle are their parents.

One thing I did decide to keep the same, is that Bella will be the "depressed" one, just like Rose is in the movie. Now, resulting from this character switch, there will be many changes I will have to make in the movie storyline in order for it to fit in my story. Don't worry, I'm going to keep things the way they are as much as possible. You will find that many exact quotes from the movie are found in this story (I've watched the movie so many times, I've memorized it!)

Now, please, bear with me and give this story a chance. I hope you love it! And in order for you to really understand the events in this story, I'm urging you to go watch the movie if you haven't. If you haven't seen in it awhile, go watch it again! :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Twilight, or of James Cameron's epic movie, Titanic (1997). I've combined the two favorites of mine for my own pleasure. :)

The Ship of Dreams…or a Slave Ship?


April 10, 1912.

"Come on, Bella, we're going to be late!" Emmett Swan turned his head as he yelled, walking as quickly as he could through the hoards of people on the massive docking site.

"Emmett, I'm not getting on that ship," I persisted, stiffly following his lead.

"Oh, yes you are, Isabella. I won these tickets with pure luck. This ship is rumored to be "the ship of dreams", and we've always wanted to go back to America, to our homeland! Don't you have so many memories from back when we were little?" Emmett looked back at me with hopeful eyes.

"No, this isn't "a ship of dreams". It's a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains," I mumbled.

I wasn't sure if Emmett heard my comment, and I didn't really care. I allowed him to grab my forearm and pull me through the rest of the people as he searched for the third-class passenger boarding site.

I was Isabella Swan, a 17 year old nobody. Emmett was my older brother, yet he took on a more "fatherly role" after our parents had died when we were very young. Having no relations left in America, we had been shipped off to England to live with a distant relative of ours. Once Emmett had turned 18, we were kicked out of our Great Aunt's estate to live on our own. For the past year, we had been living in completely poverty. Poor, third-class people, desperately trying to make our way through life. Emmett had always provided for me, putting me first and himself last. He was protective, and I couldn't stand it. I was depressed and lonely, not caring about myself or anything that happened to me. Emmett wanted nothing more than to see me happy, and he thought that if we were one day able to make our way back to America, things would change. I would change. He thought that I would be truly happy.

He was wrong. Nothing in this world could make me happy. I had nothing to look forward to; I was poverty stricken, had no self-esteem, no friends, and I didn't believe in love. All I really had was Emmett.

So when Emmett won a pair of third-class tickets aboard the R.M.S. Titanic in a lucky game of poker, he thought it was fate. We were on our way back to America.

After making it past health checkpoints, baggage checks, and had shown our tickets to the attendees, we were finally aboard the ship. I followed Emmett silently through the hallways as he glanced back and forth from the piece of paper in his hand to the room numbers lining the walls.

"So, where's our cell?" I asked sarcastically, loud enough for Emmett to hear over the other people finding their own rooms.

"Bella, don't be absurd. It's our room, not a cell. We aren't slaves," Emmett said disapprovingly.

I didn't answer. I wanted nothing to do with this ship. I just wanted out.

"G-56, G-58, G-60. Ah, here it is," Emmett talked to himself, as he opened the door.

It really was like a cell. A small, modest, white room with two sets of bunk beds. I could tell Emmett tried to keep his chipper composure, but the looks of our "luxorious" trip were speedily becoming grim.

"Still think it's a room?" I muttered, trudging into the small room and setting down my small luggage before climbing onto the top bunk of one of the bunk beds.

"Who says you get top bunk, huh?" Emmett joked, reaching up to playfully sock me in the arm.

"Em, you wouldn't fit up here," I said seriously, shaking my head.

Just then, the door reopened. A beautiful, blond haired young woman entered, and a young man with similar features followed her in. They both looked to be about the same age as Emmett, and of course of the same financial status.

"Um, hi, I'm Rosalie Hale, and this is my twin brother, Jasper," The young woman chirped, extending her hand quickly towards Emmett for a shake. The young man nodded at both of us with a smile as his sister introduced them.

"I'm Emmett Swan, and this is my younger sister, Bella. Looks like we're roommates," Emmett smiled. Instead of shaking her hand, he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it, just as any gentleman would. Rosalie blushed and giggled. I rolled my eyes.

After speaking for a few brief moments, Emmett excused us to go look around on the ship while Rosalie and Jasper had some time for themselves. Emmett and I made our way through the crowded hallways full of curious people, and up to the deck.

"You like her." I accused, once we had made our way to a quieter area of the ship.

"What?" Emmett turned around quickly, our eyes meeting. "You mean Rosalie?"

"Who else would I mean?" I shot back, sitting down on a bench overlooking the water.

"I do." Emmett whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. "I don't know what it is, but after talking to her for 10 minutes, I'm already attached. I know it's crazy, but…"

"Wait, you're serious?" I asked skeptically, turning my head to face my brothers. His eyes said it all. He was serious.

"Yeah, Bells, I am. There's just something about her—"

"Whatever, Emmett. Love doesn't exist. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going for a walk." I retorted, getting up from the bench we shared. "I'll be back to the room later on tonight. Don't wait up for me."

Surprisingly, Emmett let me go. It didn't even seem like he noticed my leave at all. He just stared out onto the water, the wind ruffling his hair.

'He thinks he's in love', I scoffed to myself. Meandering my way through children playing games, passengers enjoying the site of the beautiful water, and rich couples strolling about the deck, arms linked, I didn't know where to go. The sun was already setting, and I knew that soon the decks would be cleared, for the passengers would be preparing for dinner. Then, I'd have the deck to myself. All I had to do was wait.

An hour or two passed, and I spent the time laying on a bench, looking at the stars. The temperature had dropped dramatically, but I didn't seem to notice. I knew that Emmett would be getting worried, and would soon come looking for me, but I didn't really care.

While I was alone, I thought about the trainwreck my life had become. I thought about my deceased parents, my poor life, my loneliness. I had nothing to live for. I didn't want to live. So why was I?

All of a sudden, it seemed like it was too much to handle. I wanted out, and I wanted out now.

I got up from the bench with great haste, and began running as fast as my small legs would carry me. I ran past a few scattered people, gasping and crying all the way. They didn't really seem to notice me. I was invisible. A nobody.

As I made my way to the back of the ship, my crying ceased. I knew that soon, everything would be over. I wouldn't have problems anymore. I wouldn't be alive.

Stepping onto the first rail, I held my moth-eaten dress in one fist as I swung one leg over. I repeated the process with the other one, and soon I was clutching the railing with my small pale hands as I hung over the back of the ship, looking onto the waves that the Titanic made in it's wake.

Closing my eyes, I began to count. After 5 seconds, it was going to be over. I was going to jump.

"1…2…3…" I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut even tighter. I began to release my hands from the railings very slowly.

"Don't do it."

The sound of a male's beautiful voice made my eyes open in haste. I held my breath, and slowly turned my head to face the direction in which the sound came from.

"Stay back. Don't come any closer." I ordered. I was surprised I even had the voice to speak. The young man, looking to be only about a year older than myself, was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

"Come on, just give me your hand. I'll pull you back over," He spoke again, taking four steps in my direction. I noticed his attire: a fancy black and white dinner tuxedo. I could tell right away he was a first-class passenger. His golden eyes were shining, but with worry. Worry for me. It seemed like he cared.

"No. Stay where you are. I mean it, I'll let go." I stammered again, breaking the connection between our eyes as I looked back into the water below.

He took another few steps towards me. "No, you won't."

"What do you mean, 'no I won't'? Don't tell me what I will and will not do, you don't know me."

"Well, you would have done it already." He shrugged, his hands sticking in his pockets.

"You're distracting me. Go away." I ordered again, trying to show my persistance.

"I can't. I'm involved now. You let go, and I'm going to have to jump in there after you," He shrugged again, taking off his dinner jacket and laying it on a nearby bench.

"Don't be absurd. You'll be killed."

"I'm a good swimmer. Truth is, I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold." He began to untie his leather shoes.

I was interested now.

"How cold?" I managed to slip out, trying to show disinterest. It wasn't working. He was reeling me in.

"Freezing. Maybe a couple of degrees over."

He continued to prattle on while he removed more and more clothing, and soon he was standing in just his pants and his white button-up shirt.

"Like I said, I'm involved now. I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the rail, and get me off the hook here." He extended his hand. "Come on, give me your hand. You don't want to do this."

With a shaking hand, I reached over and grabbed his. Turning around fully, I was finally facing him. He was utterly gorgeous.

He smiled crookedly. "I'm Edward Masen."

"Isabella Swan."

He nodded, his arms now encircling my back in order to pull me over the railing. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Swan."

"Call me Bella," I smiled, for the first time in weeks. Or was it months?

"Come on," He spoke softly, in a comforting tone. He began to pull me over as I stepped onto the next step of the railing.

In a matter of milliseconds, I found myself screaming and clutching to Edward for dear life. My foot had slipped on the railing, gravity winning me over. I was going to die. And this time, I didn't want to.

"I'VE GOT YOU! I WON'T LET GO!" Edward yelled, his muscles straining underneath his shirt as he tried to pull me up. "TRY TO PULL YOURSELF UP!"

I tried everything I could to get myself back up, but I was too weak. I couldn't do it. Edward used all of his strength to pull me up, and soon, his arms were circling my waist with full force, and he was hoisting me over the railing.

He fell in a heap on top of me back on the ship's wooden floor. Gasping, we both closed our eyes, clutching each other as if we'd known one another for years rather than minutes.

"BELLA?! BELLA!" I heard Emmett screaming, and footsteps behind him coming at full force. "GET OFF OF HER!"

Edward looked up just in time to see my older brother coming at him in fury, with Rosalie and Jasper at his heels.

"Emmett, no—" I tried to cry out, but I couldn't get a breath in. All of a sudden, Emmett and Jasper had thrown Edward off of me. They were hammering him with questions as Rosalie grabbed Edward's nearby jacket from the bench and covered me.

"What were you doing to my sister?!" Emmett yelled, grabbing Edward's shirt by the collar and shaking him.

"Emmett, don't hurt him!" I finally yelled, getting up and running over with all of my energy. "He saved me."

Edward nodded, his eyes wide with from my massive older brother.

"I was, uh, well, uh…leaning way over the railing, looking for the, uh... the propellers, and I slipped. I almost went overboard, but Edward here saved me." I knew that if I told Emmett the truth, it would crush him. I couldn't do that to my older brother.

I looked to Edward quickly, praying that he would go along with my story.

"Yes, she almost went overboard, so I grabbed her and pulled her back." Edward nodded, taking a step towards me.

"Is that the truth?" Emmett beckoned again, his eyes searching for answers. Edward and I both nodded anxiously.

"Well, I believe thanks are in order." I heard Jasper speak up for the first time since we'd met a few hours ago.

"Yes, thank you for saving Bella, Edward…?" Emmett asked, shaking my rescuer's hand.

"…Masen. Edward Masen." Edward spoke confidently.

"All right, Edward, well thank you again. Now, if you'll excuse us, we'll need to be getting back to where we belong, below deck." Emmett chuckled, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

"Wait! Miss Swan, would you, your brother, and your friends care to join my family and myself tomorrow night for dinner?" Edward asked with hope in his eyes.

"Well, we'd love to, but we really don't have the appropriate attire…" I spoke softly, my embarrassment showing with the appearance of my blushing cheeks. Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper all nodded solemnly.

"That won't be a problem. I'm sure that my sister, Alice, will have everything you could possibly need in our suite. Just come by Suite B52-56 tomorrow at four o' clock."

We nodded, too astounded for words. A first-class passenger had just offered us entrance to his suite.

"All right. Well I will see you all tomorrow. Goodnight, everyone. Goodnight, Bella." Edward spoke my name so softly and tenderly, it was barely audible over the waves below.

And for the first time in a long time, I couldn't wait for tomorrow.

How did you like it? I tried to introduce all of the characters I could...and I know that you didn't really get to meet Rosalie or Jasper, but don't worry, they will be playing a large part in the story soon! Plus, you get to see Alice, Esme, and Carlisle! claps hands excitedly

Also, did you enjoy the dialogue from the "rescue" scene? Seem familiar? ;) I had to cut down some of it from the movie (it's so long!) But I kept in the parts that I thought were important.

Now, please review! I hope the next chapter will be up soon... ;)