Requested By: @mac10514

(A/N: This is going to be a lengthy imagine I think, we shall see how it goes though. I hope I can display this amazing movie good enough for all of you Lovelies. Enjoy!)

    In a thundering down blast, the helicopter's wheels bounced down onto the helipad. You waited patiently in your seat, watching the burly men in Black carrying out your ten suitcases and setting them in a pile. After the helicopter was clear, your granddaughter helped you up.
    You were gingerly lifted out of the helicopter,  tight grip of your granddaughter could be felt around your shoulders as she helped you onto the ground. You sat in your wheelchair, smiling up softly at her. She smiled back and looked over nervously at the three body guards standing off to the side of the helicopter.
   You patted her hand and looked over at the young man watching you closely from outside the large ship he was currently standing on. His expression clearly showed doubt, that you were expecting. You were slowly pushed towards a ramp to lead onto the ship, your wrinkled hands placed carefully in your lap.
    Once you were settled you requested to see your drawing, being wheeled into a lab where the frail and old picture was held. It was just as fragile as you were, being preserved in a tray of water. Your tired but gleaming eyes peer into the tray and onto the beautiful drawing. Just as beautiful as the day it was drawn.
    The water ripples and moves, as if bringing the drawing to life again. It's been 84 years. Your mind flashes back to distant memories, but as vibrant as if they happened just moments ago. You remember a man's hand holding the conte crayon so delicately as he creates the shoulder and the shape of the girl's hair with two efficient lines.
    Another memory comes and you see a pair of captivating eyes peering over a large sketch pad. You could even hear the quiet scratch of a pen hitting the crisp paper. The eyes were soft and fearless. You were pulled back into reality as a strong wave hit the side of the ship. You blinked, your lips pulling into a small smile.
    You look up to see a mirror hanging on the wall just low enough to catch your glimpse. Gray hair, wrinkling skin, tired bones. You look down at the drawing again, feeling an indescribable sense of joy from it. The drawing was a picture of a beautiful woman. She was laying seductively along a velvet couch, a hand over her head and the other laying carefully against the frame of her face.
    Her hair was splayed out behind her and spilling down her shoulders. She was nude, a gorgeous necklace laying on her chest in the form of a heart. Her face was youthful and intense, her eyes soft but intense.
   "Louis the Sixteenth wore a fabulous stone called the "Blue Diamond of the Crown.", which disappeared in 1792, about the time Louis lost everything from the neck up. The theory goes that the crown diamond was chopped too..recut into a heart-like shape and it became "Le Coecur De La Mer." The Heart of the Ocean. Today, it would be worth more than the Hope Diamond." Lovett, one of the specialist on this mission to find the Titanic, stated to you.
    You nodded, reaching up and letting your fingertips drag a trail across your collarbones. Your neck was bare but you could almost feel the weight of a necklace that used to lie there.
    "It was a dreadful, heavy thing. I only wore it this once." You said quietly, half smiling to yourself and pointing towards the picture. The people in the room looked at you skeptically, even your granddaughter.
    "You actually believe this is you, grandma?" She asks, doubtful.
    "It is me, dear. Wasn't I a hot number?" Lovett flipped through some papers on his clipboard and looked back up at you.
    "If your grandmother is who she says she is, then she was wearing the diamond the day Titanic sunk. And that makes you my new best friend. I will happily compensate you for anything you can tell us that will lead to its recovery." Your eyes stay on the drawing, so many memories flooding through your brain.
    "I don't want your money, Mr. Lovett. I know how it is for people who care greatly for money to give some away." You replied back, winking at Lovett. The rook quiet for a few seconds, shocked that you wouldn't accepted any money at all.
    "You don't want anything?" Lovett asks, his voice skeptical. You tap your chin for a few minutes until you decided that you did want something.
    "You may give me this, if anything I tell you is of value." You pointed towards the drawing, your hand shaking just a big. Lovett pursed lips before shrugging and nodding.
    "Deal." After showing you some objects that was recovered from the Titanic, you were moved down the hallway to another room. Lovett place a gentle hand on your shoulder before looking over at all the computers and monitors that are currently stalking every inch of the ruined Titanic. It lay buried in the ocean floor, rusting away into nothing. Just a carcass of a what it was before.
    "Are you ready to go back to the Titanic?" You take a deep breath and nod, your heart pounding just a bit faster. You were shown a computer to which was streaming live underwater near the Titanic. Divers could be seen swimming around the giant piece of metal. A camera was held in the arms of a diver and was currently swimming inside the Titanic.
    Your eyes followed the rusted staircases and barnacles that grew all over the walls. The water was murky and fish were coming out of holes in the floor. The beautiful wallpaper was now completely weathered away and the furniture was torn to pieces. Your heart hurt by the sight of such magnificence ruining away at the bottom of the ocean for so many decades.
    The whole group now turned to look at her, notebooks and recorders in hand. They were currently playing a simulation of what happened on that dreadful night on the Titanic. Your wrinkled hands were visibly shaking and there was a tremor to your voice.
   "Oh my.." You whispered, watching the simulation of the ship crash and start sinking. Emotions overwhelmed you and you bowed your head to sob quietly in your hands. The room fell silent as you cried tears of sorrow. Your granddaughter rubbed your shoulders gently and grabbed the handles of your wheelchair.
    "I'm taking her to rest." She said, starting to pull you away from the room. You lifted your head up, a few tears still rolling down your worn face.
    "No!" You said sternly, pulling the brake on your wheelchair. Your voice was surprisingly strong and your eyes was full of steel. You took a deep breath, grabbing a handkerchief from your pocket and dabbing under your eyes. Mr. Lovett signaled everyone to remain silent as he kneeled down in front of you. With his eyes wide and eager, he placed his pencil on the first line of his notebook.
    "Tell us, (Y/N).." He urges softly, watching your eyes look back at the many monitors of the Titanic.
    "It's been 84 years..."
    "Just tell us what you can-" Lovett was soon cut off by your hand as you raised it to silence him. He immediately closed his mouth as you closed your eyes and deeply breathed in.
    "It's been 84 years..and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets never been slept in." Lovett pulls a mini recorder out of his back pocket and sets it on the arm of your wheelchair. He presses a button and a tiny "click" could be heard. All eyes were on you as yours remained closed and your hands remained clasped in your lap.
    "Titanic was called, "The Ship of Dreams."..and it was..it really was.."
    As you spoke, your voice grew softer and behind your eyelids could be hundreds of memories quickly filling your brain. You were slowly being taken back to the golden days. The days where life was brighter and your love was at its peak. Your voice filled the room as you spoke of 1912..and your first days on the Titanic...

(The next chapter will be coming soon and that's where Jack will be! I hope I'm doing alright so far!

The Titanic is one of my favorites and young Leonardo Decaprio will ALWAYS have my heart. Ugh, he was so handsome in that movie. I loved everything about it. Love, love, love!

Anyway, the next chapter will come! Bai baiiii!)