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April 14th 1912 

After four days of sailing in sunny, warm weather, the sudden drop in temperature was quite unexpected to some passengers. Jason was glad he had grabbed a coat once he emerged to the windy Boat Deck to get some fresh air sometime after lunchtime. The sunny sky outside his stateroom window and the bright light streaming from the leaded windows in the Dining Saloon during breakfast and the Sunday service was quite decieving. Thus, the young man saw not quite a bit of passengers hurrying back inside when the wind got too chilly for them. He simply tightened his coat around and kept strolling through the length of the deck, though wishing the air was warmer. 

"It is refreshing weather, isn't it?"

"Hmm?" Jason turned and brightened as he recognized the person beside him. "Oh? Ad-Marcus. How do you do? I didn't see you at breakfast or at the service this morning." The man had repeatedly insisted to call him by his given name as they met in the Gymnasium yesterday, and Jason couldn't help but to go along with it. He still stumbled on his words occasionally.

"The dining hall is large, Jason." Marcus chuckled. "And... I wasn't at the service today." he added, shifting his posture slightly.

"Ah." Jason nodded. Best not to pry then. Quickly changing the topic, he said, "For your earlier statement, the weather is a bit too cold for me." 

Marcus let out an amused chuckle. "Where I live, this is the ideal kind of temperature. Last few days had been slightly too warm for me."

Jason raised an eyebrow. "Really? Your place must be quite cold then."

"Haha, you have no idea how many people said that."

"Well then. Where is this town or city you lived on?" Jason inquired, feeling intrigued.

Marcus had a small, nostalgic smile on his face. "A small village in Switzerland. It's up close to the Alps so we get cool climate almost year round."

"Switzerland?" Jason held back an incredulous guffaw. "You are very far away from home aren't you Marcus?" He grinned at the older man. "What were you doing in Ireland then?"

Smiling to himself, Marcus simply replied, "Oh you know, I like to travel around, finding inspirations and ideas for my next book."

Jason was undoubtedly interestrd in this. "You're going to write another book?" 

"Yes." Marcus nodded with a grin. "It is going to be a little bit different from my previous works."

That was news in itself. "Indeed? What is it going to be then?"

Chuckling, Marcus clasped his hand on Jason's shoulder and began leading him across the open deck. "Why don't we take the conversation at the Verandah Café? Less windy and crowded there."

"Alright Marcus." Jason replied, chuckling along as they went back to the inside. 

They ended up spending the entire afternoon conversing with each other, discussing ideas, asking questions and Marcus' experience on writing his past books. They had moved from the Verandah Café to the Promenade, and then finally to the Lounge where they were briefly joined by John Jacob Astor and Rushton, who was accompanying Agnes. Jason didn't know the exact details, but the young tycoon had succeeded to divert the young debutante's attention and capture her heart if their permanent smiles,  discreet glances, and subtle hints in their conversation was anything to go by.

The trio of passengers—JJ Astor had excuse himself to see his wife— then moved to Café Parisien as the dinner call was sounded, with Jason giving a quick word to Derrell that he would be probably won't return to his cabin until late at night. 

Jokes and funny experiences were exchanged once the food was gone. Agnes had her own share of hilarious experiences herself,  "...then my brother had his whole room turned upside down to find that glasses of his while actually it was perched on top of his head! We just stood there, laughing silently!" She had laughed. Rushton choked on his drink, his body shaking in silent laughter, while Marcus roared out loud.

"Oh, that's classic obliviousness." Jason quipped between laughs. "How long did it take your brother to realize where he had placed his glasses?"

Agnes went into a small round of laughter. "Five minutes, give or take."

"Your family is definitely interesting." Rushton remarked with a wide grin on his face. "Not as interesting as you." He added, making Agnes blush slightly. Jason guffawed. 

"I think you had a little too much drink, Rushton." Marcus shook his head in amusement. 

Rushton himself didn't look drunk, his words did slur on occasion. Looking at his half empty wine glass, the young tycoon blinked several times, "Huh, maybe you're right."

"Perhaps you should cool off your head in the Promenade." Jason suggested, looking at his pocket watch. "Ah. Time sure flies by when you're having fun, eh, Rushton?" He reated the phrase which he used a couple of days ago. 

"You know what? Maybe I will." came Rushton's response to Jason's suggestion. He stood up and took Agnes' hand. "Does the fine mademoiselle want to join me on a lovely evening stroll on the Promenade?" 

Agnes' cheeks went as red as her crimson curls. Covering half of her face with the fan she liked to carry around, she replied, "Oh, Monsieur Rushton. I would very much love it." 

Within minutes the two couples were out of the small restaurant.

There was a moment of pause as Marcus calmly took his tea. "There they went."

"Yes." Jason replied.

"I think I'm going to retire to the Lounge." the man added. "Care to join me?"

Jason glanced at his pocket watch again, "Actually, Marcus, I'd like to return to my cabin. It is quite late after all."

Marcus gave an understanding nod and slowly stood up. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, Jason." he said, shaking Jason's hand.

"You too Marcus." Jason replied before they parted ways, off to their own destinations.


Jason’s sleep was interrupted by a crew member who had let himself into his cabin, and flicked on the lights.


The uniformed man was already striding towards the wardrobe room as he spoke, “I’m sorry to disturb you, sir, but may please wear your life jackets. Everyone’s required to gather on the Boat Deck.” Said life jackets were warped around his arm when he walked back into the cabin. “Captain’s orders.”

Jason simply looked on dumbly. His mind was still fuzzy from being awoken halfway through his sleep. “What?”

The crewman didn’t seem to hear him however, as he was simply placed the life-jackets on the bedside and began walking out of the room. “May I suggest coats and scarves? It is quite cold outside.”

With that, Jason’s stateroom was left in complete silence again, leaving the young man wonder what the crew had meant. His musings was interrupted however, by a knock on the door.

“Uh, come in.”

A confused looking Darrell entered, and on his arm dangled a life jacket similar to Jason’s. “Are you alright, sir?”

“Yes, yes, just confused...” Jason mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “What happened?”

The valet shook his head. “I haven’t got a clue, sir. But it would seem the engines had stopped. I felt a shudder.”

Jason’s head snapped up. “A shudder?”

“Yes.” Darrell nodded, frowning slightly. “It was rather faint, but it passed rather quickly. The purser told me that we might have thrown a propeller blade, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Huh...” Jason digested the information. If it’s true that the Titanic had thrown a propeller blade, then why would the captain order everyone to gather on the Boat Deck? It was odd.

“Sir?” Darrell asked as he saw Jason slowly rose from his bed, clutching the life jacket tentatively.

“Well, let’s just get up on the deck, see if we can find out what really had happened.” He said throwing on the fedora he had worn for the day. Darrell nodded and quickly went to retrieve a couple of jackets and a greatcoat from the wardrobe room.

A few minutes later, the two men emerged to the B Deck foyer to see a large throng of passengers in thick coats over their pajamas or their evening dresses, conversing around in a low murmur that reflected their confusion. Jason frowned and hastened his pace, making his way up to A Deck, and nearly colliding with Marcus, who was making his way down.

“Whoa! Steady there.” Jason exclaimed, gripping Marcus’ arms so that they wouldn’t topple down from suddenly halting. The man was rather pale faced, Jason noticed, and he was sweating quite a bit. Noticing the signs of distress, Jason asked. “Marcus? Something happened?”

Marcus bit his lip, turning his head to look around the people around him, and shook his head. “Meet you up on the Boat Deck. Something...has happened... just get up there.” He said, voice wavering slightly. Before Jason could ask any further however, Marcus had jogged down the stairs.  

Shaking his head in bewilderment, Jason glanced at Darrell, who looked puzzled if not slightly alarmed, and quickly joined the crowd up to the Boat Deck.

“…I bet no one on this ship knows what’s going on.” Margaret Brown’s voice trailed over the buzz of conversation as the two men reached the A Deck landing. A crowd of passengers had gathered on the deck above or had simply opted to stay on the A Deck.

“Ah, there you are, Brockford.”

Jason turned to see Rushton and Agnes Desrochers approaching from the Boat Deck landing, both were still in their evening dresses. Rushton was rubbing his arms together. “Evening Rushton.” He replied amicably. “Any idea what happened?”

Rushton hummed, looking unsure what to say. "It was really cold outside," he began. "Miss Desrochers and I were just about to head to the Lounge to warm ourselves when... we saw it."


"An iceberg."

Darrell blinked. "An iceberg, sir?" he repeated in confusion.

Nodding, Rushton continued with his explanation. "Yes, a massive iceberg in fact. We saw it pass by, quite close to the ship... you can even reach out and brush your fingers against it I'd wager." he grinned at this, looking quite amused. "Perhaps the Titanic had scraped by the iceberg, but I believe there would be no danger."

"I... see." Jason nodded to the older man. His mind was conjuring up dozens of possibilities. Darrell had mentioned a shudder... and Rushton claimed to have seen an iceberg... Marcus looked quite scared himself... and the crew were ordering lifebelts and thick couldn't be, could it?

Rushton, seeing the change in his friend's facial expression, gave a reassuring pat on his shoulder. "I'm sure it's nothing, Jason. Even if Titanic is taking on water, the ship will float, won't it? Well, why don't we all gather in the Lounge until the crew had sorted whatever was causing this commotion." he waved his hand to the crowd. "Come on."

Jason followed the two through the revolving doors that would lead them into the Lounge, with a sense of dread deep within his body. Clutching the life jacket tightly, he briefly wondered if Rushton was wrong...and the ship would sink, throwing everyone into the icy abyss of North Atlantic... and quickly threw the morbid idea away from his mind. They would find out sooner or later. 


"Life jackets on, please, sir." said one of the Lounge's stewards about half an hour later as Rushton was calmly drinking his warm tea. He glanced up as the steward handed him and Agnes the life jackets. "And please proceed to the Boat Deck, Captain's orders. I'm sorry ma'am, but please excuse me." he added as Agnes gave him a questioning look.

"That was odd." she remarked, buttoning her fur coat up. "Help me to wear this, won't you?" she asked, turning to Rushton who looked more happy to do so. Jason took the cue that something definitely had happened and quickly shed his greatcoat away and pushed the cork-made life jacket over his head and secured it around his coat. He was definitely glad that Darrell had chosen one of his waterproof jackets. Donning the greatcoat back, he turned to Darrell to see that his valet had done the same.

"Let's get up there, shall we?" he said, getting up from his chair. 

Chilly doesn't even define the temperature outside the ship. Freezing would be more appropriate. Jason's ears prickled as he was blasted by a freezing cold air as he stepped out from the Grand Staircase's warm vestibule to the boat deck exterior. A large amount of passengers had gathered around the lifeboats, which Jason saw had been swung out and lowered to the deck level, each with an officer or a seaman standing by. Each of them had a trickle of passengers already boarded inside. 

"Women and children to me!" one of the officers shouted. "Women and children only please, and one at a time!" he gestured for the said women and children to come closer. "Please, quickly now."

"Well then." Rushton hummed, only to be interrupted as he had to step aside when the door opened with several more passengers coming into the deck, including Marcus, who had worn his life jacket and don another layer of coat over his previous one. The man looked more composed than before, but there was definitely fear in his eyes. 

"Water." he muttered, loud enough for the four of them to hear. "Up to E Deck forward and rising."

Behind him, Agnes gasped in horror. "E Deck? Are you sure Mr Adler?"

Marcus gave a grave nod. "You saw the iceberg, yes? I went down the stairwell to the bottom... The landing on E Deck was already flooded up by seawater."

Agnes brought her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide. "But... my belongings..."

"We are sinking?" the notion seemed to surprise Rushton. At Marcus' affirmative nod, he could only stare. "...let's get you on the lifeboat then." he finally said, leading Agnes to the lifeboats. 

Jason stayed behind, as the officer had announced that he'll only load women and children on board for the time being. "What exactly happened, Marcus?"

Marcus gave them the five second version. "Titanic had swiped an iceberg, tearing the hull. Water starts gushing in."

"What about the watertight bulkheads? Won't they hold the water off?" Derrell spoke up, looking rather disturbed. 

"Titanic can stay afloat if four of its forward compartments were flooded..." Jason said, turning to look at Derrell. "This is bad..." it was then he first realized that the Titanic was listing slightly to port, and was slowly going down by the head.

They were really sinking.

Night and Ice (III)
Disclaimer: Based on actual events. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious unless stated otherwise. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 

Actual Passengers cameo/mentioned: John Jacob Astor and Margaret "Unsinkable Molly" Brown

Part 3 of Night and Ice, a story recounting the passenger's experience before, during, and after the sinking of the Titanic. My contribution for Titanic Week and her 103rd Anniversary.

NB: More parts will be added later.

Parts: 1| 2| 3 |

April 12th 1912

Jason had quickly found Cafe Parisien to be his favourite spot on board. The food was simply splendid, and he found the restaurant very inviting with its informal atmosphere. The Cafe was a wide, long room, situated right next to the highly sophisticated À la Carte Restaurant, decorated in white trellised paneling with ivy crawling up the trellises. Much like the Reception Hall, the restaurant was furnished with fine wicker armchairs and tables. Perfect for small meals. He met a couple of interesting young ladies there on the first day of the voyage. Both were debutantes from American south, daughters of some rich plantation lords who he had never really heard of. They were quite attractive, but Jason found them a little bit too direct in their advances. He would want to enjoy his years being single more thank you very much.

He then met two familiar faces as he settled himself in the first class Lounge. It was quite the surprise to see the pair of father and son, who were long time family friend to Jason's, on board the Titanic. It would seem Patrick and his father James had changed their plans to venture to the States several months earlier. He conversed with Patrick—who had revealed that he simply couldn't pass the chance of sailing on board Titanic's maiden voyage, and they spent the entire afternoon asking trivial matters and casually conversing with each other before Patrick and his father left to explore the other part of the ship.

As they arrived at Cherbourg, France late in the afternoon, about five hours departing Southampton, a few more famous and interesting faces appeared that night. John Jacob Astor and his wife caused quite a stir among the passengers, even Rushtonwho looked quite gobsmacked. The Astors would be the richest passenger onboard if Jason's guess was true. Rushton looked rather faint but extremely excited himself, looking like a five year old when Christmas came early. He hid his excitement well though, but Jason saw through his calm and collected mask right away. It was somewhat amusing to watch.

“Excitable young man, isn't he?”

Jason turned and gave a small start, not quite expecting his friend's father to appear so silently. He took a calming breath before he continued, “I guess it must be the shock. Rushton does seem quite surprised to see the Astors here.”

James shook his head and chuckled. “Well then. Care to join us for a brandy in the Smoking Room, Mr Brockford?” he offered, gesturing to his son, who looked quite hopeful.

Jason gave the two men a rueful smile. “Sorry, but I have to decline for now.” he said. “Perhaps tomorrow night? I remembered you owe me a game of chess last time, Patrick.”

Patrick gave a wide smile. “I'll hold you on to that, Jason.” he replied.

“All right. Good evening Mr. Brockford. We'll see you around.” James interjected swiftly and walked away with his son in tow.

Jason gave an affirmative nod and went on his way, intending to finish the book he was reading in the Lounge earlier. Tomorrow noon, they will be stopping at Queenstown, Ireland to pick up more passengers, and then… they will be sailing into the open seas.


Morning of the second day of voyage saw the young Brockford playing squash against Rushton. The white colored indoor court was a bit hard to locate since it was quite hidden on the lower decks. Darrell had helped by tracing the route from the provided deck plans and they were soon joined by Rushton in the elevator, who was quite surprised meeting them. After a brief exchange, the two men agreed to compete against each other. Soon after the warm-ups, both men were eagerly bouncing the ball to and fro the wall and their sides, not wanting to lose.

He had to admit, Rushton was a really good player, and he was scoring points minutes into the game. In the end, the young tycoon won as the coach signaled the time limit. Both men were panting and sweating profusely, and undoubtedly red faced as they went to hand the ball and rackets back to the white uniformed coach.

“Good game, lads.” he had said with a grin as Jason walked out of the room. Darrell was waiting for him outside, who quickly handed him with a towel to dry his face.

“One more hour before they serve breakfast sir.” Darrell informed quickly.

Jason blinked. “Really? Huh, time sure goes by when you're having fun.” he remarked.

“Hear, hear.” Rushton quipped behind them. He then gave a friendly pat on Jason's shoulder. "Well then, if that's the time, I'm going to head off for now, unfortunately. I'll be seeing you later, gentlemen?"

"Right." Jason nodded, waving at the young tycoon as he made his way up to his cabin. "So, how long will breakfast be served?" he asked his valet.

Darrell raised an eyebrow and repeated his answer. "About one more hour, sir. I had just informed you seconds ago."

Jason stared. "Ah, well, sorry about that." he shook his head, giving a weak chuckle and took several calming breaths. After he was sure he had his bearings, Jason continued. "In that case I still have time for a quick swim... well, you can go and prepare Darrell. I won't be long." he assured the older man just as Darrell looked about to protest. "I got it all covered, see?" he added, waving the ticket to the ship's swimming pool for his valet to see. He had gone off to the Enquiry Office on C Deck late last night right after dinner. 

Darrell simply let out a small sigh and nodded. "Alright, sir. Take care."

Letting out a grin, Jason replied, "Will do." and proceeded towards the main staircase. He would just need to descend down to F deck, pass the Turkish Bath area, and voila! Welcome refreshing swim.

The pool itself wasn't big, but it was quite the experience. First swimming pool on board an ocean liner is a real novelty in itself. The room itself was rather bare in decor, which made sense since the pool's heated salt water may damage any wood paneling. It was fortunate that the weather is calm enough, lest the pool will be spilling salt water all over the room. It also helped that Jason was able to descend the marble steps into the water without slipping. There were a quite few older men taking their morning swim like him. Jason exchanged a couple of words with them, listening to their tales, and catching up on some interesting news.

"I heard the Hamburg America Line claimed that they will have a ship far larger than the 
Titanic." one said. Jason inevitably perked up.

"Bah, preposterous! I heard the Cunard is doing the same. Nine hundred feet they say." the other waved his hand dismissively. "No one can compete with Cunard and White Star if you ask me."

"You've got too much pride over Cunard, Mason." One other man replied, shaking his head. "The French has been building quite the reputation lately. You just wait until they come out with their own, grand superliner."

"What about the rumoured ship? The Gigantic?"

"White Star hasn't released any details yet, but I heard construction should begin shortly."

"Right you are Jacob. But do tell me about HAPAG's supposed largest ship in the world. Any specifics released yet?"

"None other than it will be the largest. I think they will name it the Imperator or something along the lines... The Germans will be a fierce competitor again I would think..."

"Germans had a lot of resources. I wouldn't be surprised."

"Speaking of resources, White Star's stock price has been increasing steadily..."

The conversation soon dwindled into debate over 
stock markets and politics, which Jason quickly lost interest with. Politics simply bore him to death. It's always the same old tale, running around in circles, like a large, never ending circus. It would drive him nuts if he had to endure that kind of life. He wondered how his father could put up with the constant flow of words, sugarcoated praises, business parties, and companions who would gladly stab you in the back once the chance turns up.

Shaking his head, Jason did a few short laps around the pool. Thinking about it made his head reeling. He quickly dried himself up, changed, and headed back to his cabin, looking forward what the chef had prepared for them this morning. Perhaps the food will be enough distract him.

It would seem that luck was smiling on him. 
Rushton had joined his table at breakfast and had invited him over for a tour around the ship. Apparently he had gotten the Captain's permission to do so and were looking for additional participants. Jason grabbed the chance eagerly and thanked the man profusely. Rushton simply laughed and waved him off lightly. 

"It was no trouble. Not for a friend of mine." he had replied with his trademark grin.

Later that day, Jason fastened his favourite fedora on his head as he strolled out on the boat deck with Darrell not far behind him. It was a nice and sunny day. Perfect for touring or enjoying a good stroll in Jason's opinion, and he wasn't alone. Many passengers were already milling about on the deck, enjoying the salty, refreshing breeze and the warm sunlight. Nothing could be better.

"Rushton." Jason greeted once he spotted his friend on the deck. The young tycoon turned and smiled widely, beckoning for him and Darrell to come closer. A small crowd had gathered close to the railing which divided the passenger and crew section forward. There were also quite a few women with them, Jason noted. 

"Jason, I don't believe you have met Marcus Alder?" Rushton motioned for the man who was standing slightly on the back of the group. "He joined us at Queenstown yesterday."

"No, I don't believe I did. How do you do?" offering a friendly smile, Jason extended his hand to Marcus Adler, who returned it amicably. Marcus was a considerably tall man, about half-a-head taller than Darrell who was already tall himself, with strong jawline and a noticeably piercing grey eyes. 

"How do you do?" Marcus replied. His voice had a certain accent to it. German? French? Jason couldn't quite put it. Before he could contemplate it further however, he was interrupted by a familiar woman, whom he recognized as one of the ladies he met in Cafe Parisien, and he inwardly braced himself.

Agnes Desrochers was as opulent as he last remembered. Her stunning red hair, done in a complicated style, was half hidden beneath her feathered broad beamed hat and her laced, deep burgundy dress was billowing with the wind. She flashed Jason an exceedingly bright smile. 
"Mr Brockford, it's a pleasant surprise."

"It is." Jason replied with a nod, trying not to sound awkward. 

"A pleasant day such as this needs to be shared with an equally pleasant company, is it not?" Agnes continued smoothly, edging close to Jason, who was trying not to blush from the woman's implication. He had hoped that she had dropped her flirting after he made it explicitly clear that he wasn't looking for a lady companion days ago, but it seemed that he was proven wrong.

He was saved from having to reply however, as Captain Smith appeared and addressed the crowd with a warm smile. After a quick exchange of greetings and introduction later, the small group of passengers was directed towards the bridge with the Captain explaining each and every equipment on the area. It would be a really fascinating experience for Jason, if not for 
Agnes Desrochers who kept hovering around and trying to inch closer to him. Derrell quickly came to his master's rescue as soon as he realized Jason's predicament. He quickly positioned himself right by Jason's side, standing like a bodyguard. He sent Jason a coy smirk once, before he went to listen to the Captain's explanation of the steering wheels and controls.  

After the brief tour around the bridge, they were then directed to Titanic’s passenger facilities on the Boat Deck. The first destination was the gymnasium, which Jason had planned to visit next morning. It was remarkably well equipped, if not small. The light toned décor gave the long, narrow room a light feel to it. Darrell looked quite interested with the electric camel machine, which the fitness instructor claimed to be good on the kidneys.

Next was the first class Reading and Writing room, which was a ladies only area of the ship. Jason got a glimpse of the spacious room, which was furnished in cheery, ornate white paneling and brightly colored furnishings. He noted that a fireplace was installed and an ornate oval shaped mirror was placed over the mantelpiece.

The cozy First Class Lounge was given a brief explanation of how it was identical to the one on board Titanic’s sistership, Olympic, the only difference was some minor details and the color scheme. The men’s only smoking room was really impeccable. With its fine, intricately carved mahogany inlaid with mother-of-pearl, large beautiful stained glass windows, handsome leather armchairs and matching linoleum tile, the room was definitely designed to match the tastes of the wealthy men on board. The Smoking Room also has its own, marble fireplace. A very real fireplace as opposed to the electric ones on the Reading and Writing Room.

They were then lead towards the Verandah 
Café or as most people prefer to call it, the Palm Court. The cafe itself was divided into two separate rooms, on the port and starboard side of the ship. Both areas featured large windows and double sliding glass doors which opened to the Promenade, furnished with wicker tables and chairs which were spread out across checkerboard tiled floor. Potted palm trees and ivy covered trellises decorated the room, with large mirrors similar in shape with the windows placed on one side of the wall, creating an illusion of a larger sized rooms. 

Café Parisien and 
À la Carte Restaurant were next. Jason, who had simply seen a glimpse of the Restaurant from the windows of Café Parisien marveled at the luxury level of the spacious room. Everything was either in red, dark brown, and gold. Decorated in Louis XVI Style and lit by picture windows. Axminster carpets covered the floors and small tables, which accommodated two to eight people, were set with porcelain plates and lit by crystal lamps. Jason noted that most of the tables were catered for two people, which is quite interesting. 

The tour lasted about half of the day. Jason was quite satisfied as they emerged on the first class area of the ship after being shown a glimpse of Titanic's machinery and engines. The tour had left him slightly exhausted but he had made some new acquaintances.

"So are you a writer, Mr Adler?" Jason said, gaining the attention of the taller man.

"Yes, yes, I am." Adler replied, nodding as he regarded Jason wholly.

Marcus Adler, Marcus Adler... writer... where had he heard it before...? Ah.

"I take it you had read one of my books?" 

"Not quite, actually, Mr Adler." Jason confessed. "I saw your name a couple of times in passing on the books my mother likes to read. She said your stories are extremely enjoyable."

This seem to surprise Adler briefly. "Really?"

"Yes, why?"

The man gave a small chuckle. "Nothing, I just didn't think women could be very interested in detective fiction."

It's time for Jason to look surprised. Adler smiled amicably and nodded at the younger man. "Yes, my books are a series of detective fiction. I enjoy writing it very much." he said fondly. 

"Ah, I see." Jason nodded. "I don't enjoy detective stories as much as my mother does, but I do enjoy fictional work." he replied. "I might give your books a try." he added, noting that Adler's smile had grown at his statement. 

"That would be splendid, thank you."

Jason nodded in reply. "Well, it's a pleasure meeting you, Mr Adler. I hope we would meet again on board sometime."

"And I you." returned Adler with a parting bow and made his way up the staircase. Rushton appeared right beside him on the next second, startling Jason slightly. He noticed that Rushton was grinning like a loon. 


"Who was that lady you were speaking to earlier today?" Rushton asked. 

Jason stared. Alright, that was quite unexpected. "You mean the lady there?" he gestured to Agnes Desrochers who was standing a few feet away, deep in conversation with her lady friends.

Rushton gave an overly enthusiastic nod. "Yes, that's the one... what's her name?"

Jason gave a few slow blinks before a knowing smile grew on his face, which Rushton didn't see. "Agnes Desrochers. That's what she told me. She's travelling with her friends."

"Ah, I see." came the trailing sigh.

"Why?" Jason pressed.

The tycoon snapped his head back as if he just realized something. "Nothing! Now what was that I was going to say... oh." he cleared his throat and regarded Jason fully. "My close friends and I are going to have dinner in the À la Carte Restaurant tonight, at 9 o'clock sharp. You are welcome to join."

"Oh, right." remembering Rushton's promise on the day of Titanic's departure, Jason quickly nodded. "I shall attend then. Who will I be expecting?"

"I've invited Benjamin Guggenheim as well as JJ Astor with his wife." Rushton replied. "Also Dr. Arthur Pierce. Yes, I have quite the circle of friends." 

Truth to be told, he had no idea of who Dr. Arthur Pierce was, but Jason definitely knew Guggenheim and the Astors. "Alright. I'll see you at nine."

Rushton nodded, his eyes slowly trailing back to the lithe and slender form of 
Agnes Desrochers and that loopy grin was back on his face again. "I'll wait you there." he said absentmindedly.

Jason watched in amusement as the tycoon slowly strode to the small group of women and shook his head. "God help him." he chuckled.


Night and Ice (II)
Disclaimer: Based on actual events. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious unless stated otherwise. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 

Actual Passengers cameo/mentioned: Benjamin Guggenheim, John Jacob Astor and Madeline Astor

Part 2 of Night and Ice, a story recounting the passenger's experience before, during, and after the sinking of the Titanic. My contribution for Titanic Week and her 103rd Anniversary.

Parts: 1| 2 | 3 |

April 10th 1912

The train ride to Southampton harbour was relatively calm and absolutely uneventful, which lulled one Jason Brockford to fall asleep halfway through the journey. The young man blinked awake, rubbing the webs of sleep away from his eyes as he slowly regained his senses, noticing that the array of buildings of downtown Southampton had been replaced with a large, busy terminal. It would also seem that the train had stopped moving. 

"Master Jason, we should move if we don't want to miss the ship."

Turning to the other occupant of the compartment, Jason let nodded, stifling a yawn and stretched his stiff shoulders. “Yes, sorry.” He replied, yawning again. William Darrell smiled knowingly at the younger man and stood, retrieving the suitcases and trunks from the overhead rack before Jason could do so.

"You know, Darrell. I can retrieve my own luggage..." Jason said, frowning slightly as he took hold of one of his suitcase.

Darrell chuckled lightly, unlocking the exterior compartment door as he did so. “Your father saw fit to appoint me as your valet, Master Jason. It has now become my duty to cater to your needs. ”

Puzzled, Jason went to ask, “For what? It’s not like him to suddenly grant me a personal servant out of the blue... and I recall you were a Second Footman...” he trailed off.

“Mason requested to leave soon after you went to Oxford, sir. His family had gotten into a spot of trouble so I took over his position.” Darrell climbed down from the compartment and helped Jason out. “Well, sir, I haven’t the foggiest of Lord Brockford’s decision of making me your valet.” He admitted.

The terminal was abuzz with activity. Men, women, and children were climbing down from their respective carriages or compartments to  the steamy platform, greeting each other or trying to call for the porter to get their luggage, children running around with laughter trailing behind them. Jason exchanged greetings with several people as they passed by, which they returned before Darrell called for his attention again. Turns out he had managed to call for a porter and had their luggage, all five of them, into a trolley.

"Would you like your luggage inside the baggage holding, sir?" the porter asked as the three of them proceeded to the baggage checking.

Darrell quickly shook his head. "No, we'll have these on our cabins. The large trunk and the leather bag to Cabin B68 and the suitcases here," he indicated to Jason's possessions, "will go to Cabin B64."

The porter nodded, swiftly checking his pocket-watch before said, "Right away sir." 

"Do you have the Boarding Passes?" Jason asked, straightening down the rumpled parts of his jacket as Darrell went to pick two of their suitcases—holding personal belongings and other important necessities which they could never afford to part with—and proceeded to walk with the crowd towards the check-ins.

"I have them right here, sir." came Darrell's reply, brandishing the said papers.

Jason nodded with a slight hum. "I wonder why father insists to book us that ship." he said more to himself. "He could always schedule us up for either of the two Cunarders if the situation is as urgent as he had mentioned in his letter."

Darrell simply cocked his head. "You know how your father is like, Master Jason. While I'm sure the Lusitania or Mauretania would offer much more speed, Lord Brockford had a rather... unpleasant experience with the company a few weeks back. He simply preferred White Star Line at the moment... with the Olympic class marketed as 'unsinkable', I think it had captured his attention."

"Practically unsinkable, Darrell." came Jason' somewhat impatient response. "I don't believe any ship, no matter how large and advanced, are unsinkable. Really now, the press likes to distort things around too much."

"If you say so, sir." Darrell sounded quite amused.

The check-ins went smoothly and the two men were swiftly ushered out from the main terminal with the rest of the passengers, and into the open harbour outside. The crowd seemed to get thicker once Jason and his valet walked out of the terminal. People were cheering and waving at their families and friends, shouting ‘farewell’s and ‘good-luck’s while the press were busy taking pictures and writing hasty drafts on their notes. Officers were shouting directions above the buzz of the crowd, directing the passengers according to their assigned class.

Before them stood what history would record as a British engineering marvel and might.

The Titanic loomed over the large gathering of people almost majestically. Strong, impregnable steel black hull, gleaming white superstructure, and topped by four large buff coloured funnels, she towered over the terminal like a mountain. Definitely larger than what the people had seen, and Jason found himself gaping. The papers and advertisements weren't bluffing about the Olympic class liners' size at all. Now he had to see how luxurious the ship was.

He was broken out of his musings when he heard the officers shouting for the passengers to proceed into the ship. The young man adjusted his fedora on his head and quickly joined the rest of the first class passengers towards the appointed gangway, Darrell following closely behind. His progress was halted as several automobiles pushed through the crowd with several loud honks, before stopping in the middle of the crowded dock. Jason sent an annoyed glance at the uniformed driver who had gotten out to open the door, but was then distracted by the automobiles afterwards. With a start, he realized that they were Renaults and Daimler-Benzes... one of the newer models if he guessed correctly.

Darrell quickly joined his side and ushered him back to the line before Jason could ogle at the vehicles, past a family who was exchanging tearful farewells. He managed to overhear snippets of conversation coming from the family with the automobiles: “...over a hundred feet longer than the Mauretania, and much more luxurious. Your daughter is much too hard to impress, Ruth…” The rest of the conversation was lost in the crowd as they walked past a large throng of steerage passengers who were being lined up for a last minute lice inspection. 

The Titanic loomed over them as he and Darrell stepped into the ship, almost as if they were being swallowed inside. Jason then found himself standing inside a rather small space panelled in white with very little furnishing. An officer stood right by the entrance door, greeting and checking each and every passenger with a welcoming smile. "Welcome to the Titanic. May I have your names?"

"Brockford, Jason with my... er-valet,” the word sounded strange coming from his mouth, “William Darrell. We are booked under Brockford." Jason replied as Darrell handed their boarding passes to the officer, who nodded, checked the roster on the clipboard, and handed them a couple of keys and a folded brochure of sorts. "Thank you, sir. Pleasure to have you on-board. Here are your accommodation keys as well as the Deck Plan for your convenience. Please make your way from the Reception to your accommodation. Enjoy your stay."

Jason replied with a smile, “Thank you officer.” He and Darrell made their way through the small, white tiled room and into a larger and more ornate space. The floor was covered with an expanse of red carpeting which gold and blue patterns made Damian slightly dizzy. Wicker arm chairs and round tables were arranged around the hall, alternating with potted palm plants and leaded glass windows. Complete with the simple, yet sophisticated white paneling, Jason felt as if he was inside a small indoor informal lounge of sorts. The size of the room was larger than what he had expected however, but it succeeded to create a very relaxing atmosphere. 

Shaking his head, the young man gazed around absentmindedly, admiring the electrical candelabra on the bottom railing of the staircase, which was a beauty in itself, before his attention was diverted to the large, impressive tapestry directly opposite the staircase. The brass signs on both sides of the wall where the tapestry had been hung informed him that he was on deck D, and the smaller prints on the left side of the wall told him of the Titanic's dining schedules. Speaking of dining, he was sure that the ship had three other restaurants on board. He would have to check those out later.

"Let's just take the elevators, Darrell, if you don't mind." he suggested, receiving a nod from his valet.

After the short trip to B Deck, the two men quickly located where they should be going to and quickly walked across a long, white hall with carpeted linoleum and more electrical lights. B64 and 68 were neighbours, and it was no surprise for Jason that Darrell got a small, standard-sized inside cabin. But it was quite spacious and well-furnished for an inside cabin, which makes him wonder how his own cabin would look like.

"It's... wow." Jason blinked, striding into his cabin with a slight sense of awe. The room was definitely larger than what he had thought to be, furnished in handsome wood panelling and white painted ceiling, with curtains in matching blue colour and carpeting of the same shade. It was definitely decorated in a distinctive style which he couldn't identify. There were two beds: a double and a single on each side of the room, large wardrobe integrated with washing basin, a dressing table, writing desk, and a wardrobe room. There was even a door which connected to the private bathroom and toilet. Now, Jason could only wonder on how much his father had spent.

There was a knock on the door. "Must be our baggage.” Darrell stated, opening the door. “Ah.” A couple of bellboys appeared into view. The valet made a quick work of organizing which goes where before they were gone.  He then proceeded to unpack Jason's trunks and suitcases, setting his clothing items including Jason's large assortment of hats—he loves hats— into the wardrobe room. The rest of the baggage went unopened and stored into the wardrobe space as well.

“Would you like to view the departure on the promenade, sir?”

“Hmm?” Jason, who had went to slide down the glass windows for fresh air, turned to his valet inquisitively. “Sorry, what?”

“Would you like to go to the promenade to view the departure, sir?” Darrell repeated patiently, closing the lid of Jason's large trunk and proceeded to push it into the wardrobe before shutting the door close.

Jason considered Darrell's offer. “Well, it would be nice.” he nodded. “I'll wait on the foyer, is that alright?”

“Fine by me, sir.” came Darrell's light reply as he bent down to pick up his own luggage and went to the door. Jason quickly buttoned back his jacket and followed the older man. “I'll be with you shortly.”

“Right you are.” Jason smiled and closed the door behind him.


Titanic's departure from Southampton went without a hitch.

If you didn’t count the near collision with another liner.

Jason had never felt so tense when he saw the City of New York suddenly swung right out from its berth and drifted towards the Titanic as it sailed by, and would have collided if not for the captain's quick thinking to reverse the engines. Both ships were inches apart from rupturing each other's hulls. Who knows what major complications may arise.

Of course, the incident caused a delay in Titanic's schedule. It wasn't before hours later that the tugs were back on their job and pulled the world's largest liner away from the harbour. He would later learn that Titanic's powerful propellers were causing waves so great that it put a large amount of pressure on the New York's steel hawsers. The cables snapped from their moorings, causing the New York to drift towards the Titanic stern-first.

Jason was just glad that they were on their way again. He watched as Southampton gradually grew smaller and smaller in the horizon as Titanic began to make her way through the English Channel to France. As such, the crowded Promenade on A Deck was now deserted, save for a handful of passengers who were either perched on the railings or sitting on the provided deck chairs.

“An hour behind schedule.” remarked the man who stood beside Jason with a hint of amusement. “People in Cherbourg will be so agitated by the wait.”

Jason couldn't help but agree. “You are probably right.” he said, glancing to the passenger beside him. The man was in his mid-thirties at least, with smooth brown hair tucked into his bowler hat, bright grey eyes with arched eyebrows and a confident grin.  He couldn’t quite place it, but Jason was sure he had seen the man somewhere before. “It was a close shave.” He added after a few moments of pause.

The man hummed in agreement. “I suppose so.” He then turned to face Jason fully and bowed his head. “Hadrian Rushton. Pleasure to meet you, good sir.” He said as he lifted his head.

Jason identified the American accent right away, and with a start, he realized who he was speaking to. Of course America’s youngest business magnate and shipping tycoon was onboard the world’s largest ship. Quickly schooling his features to a polite smile, Jason returned the gesture and extended his arm for a handshake. “Pleasure is all mine, Mr. Rushton. I’m Jason Brockford.”

It was Rushton’s turn to look surprised. “Oh, Mr Brockford.” He blinked, suddenly looking rather flustered himself, and quickly accepted Jason’s hand, shaking it firmly. “I wasn’t aware you’ll be on board, sir.” He said.

“Neither do I, Mr Rushton. Neither do I.” Jason replied amicably. “What brings you to England, Mr Rushton?”

The young tycoon grinned excitedly. “Vacation. I toured the whole Europe with my favourite cousin. Paris was the most memorable.”

“I see... and your cousin is on board?”

Rushton gave a small sigh. “Oh, no, unfortunately. She's taken ill two days ago, opting to stay behind in my uncle's villa until she feels better.” he replied, leaning over the railing. “Hopefully, she'll be well enough to take the trip back next week.”

Jason nodded. “All right. Pray she would be better.”

“Thank you.” Rushton smiled genuinely. “Well then, I shall take my leave for now... Would you like to join my table at dinner sometime with my friends? Don't worry, they aren't boring old businessmen. You'll like the company.” he added with a hint of amusement just as he was about to leave.

Jason thought it over. “I guess I will, Mr Rushton.” he replied with a nod.

“It's settled then.” came the tycoon's remark. With a parting bow and a customary “Good day.”, he disappeared into the decks of the ship.

“Pardon me from speaking frankly, sir, but it's curious to see Harry Rushton on board.” Darrell opined a few moments after. “The papers said he was still in the States.”

Shaking his head, Jason gave a small grin. “Probably went incognito. Privacy is bliss for people like Rushton, Darrell.”

Darrell simply nodded his head, though he looked quite confused at the idea of concealing one's identity to do fun things such as a vacation. “Well then sir. I suggest we get ready for luncheon.” he finally said.

“The time already?” Jason asked.

“Indeed, sir.”

Jason checked his pocket watch and nodded. “Alright then. Let’s check out that café on B Deck. I hope the food’s excellent.”

Night and Ice (I)
Disclaimer: Based on actual events. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious unless stated otherwise. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 

Part 1 of Night and Ice, a story recounting the passenger's experience before, during, and after the sinking of the Titanic. My contribution for Titanic Week and her 103rd Anniversary.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 |
Welp, I just happen to came across this and thought, "why the heck not?" and went to do it. |D

1. What does your Deviantart name mean and why?
It has no meaning actually. I took the word "Quartz" and tweaked it around. I don't quite remember why I picked that since I made the account four years ago.

2. What fandom were you obsessed with when you joined and what are you into now?
When I joined? Let's see... I think it was Tron: Legacy. Gotta love that cyberspace-universe XD
As for now, I'm more into Pokemon, Star Trek, and Mass Effect.

3. How many watchers do you have now?
56. Wow... quite the number~

4. Name 3 of your favorite artists on DA.
Ah... hmm, that's kinda hard since I don't really have a real fave artist. If I like what I see, I faved the work. XD 
Well, if I have to pick, it would be sakimichan, eldridge, and ky-nim.

5. Or lack thereof, move along…

6. Do you participate in clubs' contests here on dA?
Hmm, nope.

7. What is your most popular submission?
My PMDU Hunters Guild Temporary App it would seem. :D (Big Grin)

8. What are your favorite non-anime TV shows?
Ah, to name a few: Sherlock, Doctor Who, The Amazing World of Gumball, and Gravity Falls. 

9. What are the things you wish you could draw better?
Arms, hands, and feet. Those three are the hardest to draw. And I'm trying to improve my anatomy work, particularly in musculature.

10. Summer or winter?
I dunno really, since I never experienced both seasons. I live in a tropical country. 

11. Rain or Sun?
Rain. The Sun is always too hot around here.

12. What's your favorite type of music?
Classical, and perhaps modren remixes of them. I also liked Pop, but it depends. 

13. PC or Mac
PC. I never used Mac.

14. Anime or Manga?
Hmm, dunno, since I don't really read or watch them, but I think I'll pick Anime over Manga.

15. Coke or Pepsi?
Either is fine for me. XD

16. Read or TV?
Hmm, I'd say both, since I can't stand reading for too long, or watching TV for too long either.

17. How many hours a day do you spend on dA?
No idea, probably 2-3 hours culminated? I tend to go on and off from dA actually.

18. Name a talent.
Well, I can play the piano. :) (Smile)

19. Flash or traditional cartoons?
Er... Both are fine... I think? Not sure about this question. Sweating a little...

20. What is your favorite fast food restaurant?
Burger King. No contest.

21. What are your top 3 favorite books (aside from manga?)?
Wow, hmm. I have a LOT of those. XD
Let's see... Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Heroes of Olympus: The Son of Neptune, and Titanic: A Survivor's Story. (It's an account of the sinking of the historical liner written by one of the passengers. It's a really interesting book and quite detailed indeed)

22. Wii or PlayStation?
I don't have any unfortunately...

23. Name 3 of your favorite bands/singers.
Well, seeing that I don't really listen to pop much, I don't have that many... but I think I'll have to pick Josh Groban, Adele, and Ariana Grande.

25. Do you like Denny's?
I don't even know what that is...

26. What is your favorite smiley?

27. What is your favorite type of pie?
I think I like Apple Pie.

28. Have you ever stayed up for 24 hours?
Almost. It was the New Year celebration. My family went to Singapore and we stayed up until around 4 a.m. 

29. Do you go on dA a lot?
Yep. Every day and on every single chance I have. XD

30. Are you a member on any other sites besides DA?
Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter, Pixiv, and so on.

31. Do you cosplay?
Nope, and never want to.

32. Fruits or sweets?
Fruits. I like 'em better.

33. Buttered, plain, or salted popcorn?
Buttered. Though, I like Caramel Popcorn better. XD

34. Have you skipped school?
Yes, a few times~

35. Have you been on a plane?
Yep. Countless of times.

36. Have you swam in an ocean?
Yeah, but it was kinda of an accident, really. Didn't plan to be thrown off the rubber raft into the water in the first place. Got seawater in my mouth and it was freaking... blegh.

37. Have you been ice skating?

38. Favorite sport?
I have to say, swimming. :) (Smile)

39. Ever been on TV?
Hmm... not sure that I have...

40. Favorite salad and dressing?
Potato salad with mayo X3

41. What do you do to relax?
Reading, surfing the net, napping, or just plain lazing around. XD

42. What is the last film you saw in the theatre?
Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb. It's not as fun as the previous two, and I think it had lost its momentum slightly, but nevertheless, I still enjoyed it. 

43. Favorite Sandwich?
Ham and cheese. 

44. If you could go anywhere in the world…
Whoa, hmm... there are so many places I want to go... well, I'd say Venice, then I'll go to Rome, then Athens, then London, and then... okay I'll stop now. XD 

45. Favorite time of the day?
Nine PM. It's the only time where I can be free being creative and chatting to my friends. 

46. What did you want to be when you were little?
A pilot I believe. XD I was fascinated by airplanes when I was small.

47. What do you want to be now?
A writer, probably, or a maybe a sketch artist or animator.

48. If you could eat with one person, who would it be?
Hmm... dunno really.

49. What character would you hate to be stuck in a room with?
I dunno...

50. When is your birthday?

51. Favorite type of ice cream?
Chocolate caramel~

52. Last book you read?
Assassin's Creed: The Secret Crusade

53. Which store would you max out a credit card at?
Kinokuniya! I love that bookstore to bits XD

54. Do you buy / sell / both on eBay?
Nope. Never done it.

55. What is the most annoying thing people ask you?
"Wait, you're college student?"
I'm freaking 20 years old people!

56. Favorite all time movie?
Atlantis: The Lost Empire. XD

57. What was your favorite show when you were a kid?
Dexter's Lab, Digimon Tamers, and Pokemon.

58. What are you listening to right now?
No Good Deed from Wicked the Musical.

59. What is the last thing you ate?
Rice, with chicken soup and some vegetables.

60. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
... er... not sure how to answer that. Sweating a little...

61. What is the first thing you notice about another person?
Their eyes. Dunno, but I always found people's eye color interesting.

62. Favorite sport to play?
Erm... swimming?

63. Favorite Day of the Year?

64. Hugs or Kisses?
Hugs are okay. XD

65. Vanilla or Chocolate?
Chocolate. No contest. XD

66. Favorite Board Game?
I'd say... Monopoly.

67. Favorite smells?

68. What inspires you?
Hmm... I'd say several artists and novelists, with the TV shows I watch... I guess. Sweating a little...

69. Do you have any piercings?
Nope, and not planning to get any of them.

70. How many siblings do you have?
One. He's both a blessing and a constant source of annoyance. |D

71. Bacon Bits or Croutons?
I don't even know... what are they?

72. Favorite Day of the Week?

73. Favorite phrase?
I don't think I have one.

74. Favorite Restaurant?
Pizza Hut. 

75. Favorite animal?
Oooh, doggies! Especially Shiba, Akita, and Huskies! I love those three breeds. XD

76. Favorite thing to do outside?
I don't really go outside much actually, but perhaps go watch a movie or just browsing around the local mall.

77. Favorite thing to do when it's raining?
lounging on my bed with a novel. XD

78. Favorite Disney character?
Oboy. I have to say... Scrooge McDuck and Bolt. 

79. Do you like coffee? If so, what is your favorite brand?
I'm not really a coffee drinker.

80. Tag 6 people.

MuriArts  Kingadee  Mytew  ActFast231  julioblah  SpeckulativeDust 

You don't have to do all of these if you want to. That's a LOT of questions... but it's kinda fun. Eheh. XD



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I'm a writer, but I also occasionally draw and sketch things, but I lacked the hardware and software to upload it here. My scanner is not good enough, and I only have my laptop and my mouse at disposal so.... I stick to writing.

Anyway, I have joined DeviantArt for 2 years. I've never been active until I joined PMDUnity. It sparked my interest seeing all these good writers there. I'm mostly in, but I got into a long writers block so... yeah. The group I joined really helped to lift my block somewhat.

I'm still learning in my writing. I have grammar issues, jumping at tenses occasionally. But I'm slowly correcting the habit. I might go and write a book someday. I have some random, but good ideas jumping around my head. Who knows?

Current Residence: My house...
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Favourite genre of music: Classical and Pop
Favourite style of art: Paintings and digital art
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