A few hours later, at around 6:30 PM, Titanic reached her first destination, Cherbourg, France. Of the 274 passengers that boarded, two of them were of important significance, Margaret Brown, she was what was called "New Money" a derogatory term meant to mock those who have a lot of money but don't have the good taste to spend it in a "classy" way. The implication is that it's more socially acceptable to inherit money and the long traditions that go with it than to suddenly become wealthy.

the other passenger was John Jacob Astor, he was an American business magnate, real estate developer, investor, writer, lieutenant colonel in the Spanish-American War, also, he was the Richest person on this ship, with a net worth of $87 million.

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In Otto's room. He was sitting at the piano, ironically playing the French piece Arabesque No.1 from Debussy. As he played and played, he felt more and more relaxed, he felt happy again, he always loved Debussy's pieces. They gave him a sense of nostalgia, for moments in time he never had experienced before or ever will. Like it transferred him into a separate world of being. Separated from pain or of the folly of man. But just the beauty in the world, and peace and serenity. He had check the time, it was almost 7 PM, which meant, it was almost dinner time, Dinner was in the same place as lunch, just in the much larger room that was only 3 steps away. he closed the piano board to the piano and got dressed in his dinner suit, a nice dark brown and black pants. and head towards the dining room in where the hoped the meals were more inspired this time round. He walked with his parents, it was boring, this life was so...

Fucking boring.

Such boredom. And what was worse was that his mind was a creative one. And it feels like it was being strangled, suffocated of all creativity and imagination and in its place they wanted him to be a banker. Someone with no aspiration for imagination but for more and more money.

"Mr. Joseph, Glad to see you again" Wilhelm shook hands and smile, Mr. James, wore what you think some rich man would wear, a black suit, top hat, black bowtie, a cane, a handlebar moustache, and for added effect, a monocle. He wasn't just a rich man however. He was the rich man who was the chairman and managing director of the White Star Line.

"Good Too see you too Wilhelm, if you would excuse me, I'm gonna be sitting with John Jacob Astor, he just boarded a few minutes ago"

"Astor? You're joking, I didn't expect him to come aboard, I will have to catch up with him in the smoking room"

"Meet us at 9 o'clock, have a good dinner" Ismay smiled as he left and the family sat down and handed the dinner menu.

"I will have the Salmon and Filet Mignon, Danke" Otto said as his menu was taken, and he waited, he looked around and saw everyone acting like a normal working member of society, everyone was doing the same thing, acting the same way, ugh, it was getting to him, it was getting to him before, but know it was stronger. He had no clue why he was realizing this more and more, nor did he care to try and explain it, to rationalize it. The more he tried the more insane he felt, more so than he already seemed to be. His mind was a cage that no one could see into. No one could or would attempt to understand. Because to understand would be to expose himself for who is.

Thankfully, he didn't have to worry about that for now as the food arrived. It truly looked splendid. Very delicious. Although the filet mignon looked rarer than what he would have preferred, that was ok. he began to feast, since he was a wolf, all this meat did him some good, Otto occasionally listen in on the other passengers, talking about politics, business, family, among the talking, he listened to plates and utensils clink together while the band played popular tunes of the day.

It was.. ok.. Calming and claiming to him. He was interested in this new form of music they called jazz, being popularized in America right now. It intrigued him, he thought of all the music he could write, he wanted to become a composer. He made a little tune in his head once and a while, but he never had sheet music to write it on, And with this new jazz genre being developed, music was seamlessly made with ease. Notes floating across the keys like clouds in the sky. It had a certain flow to it that was solely unique to itself. He could do all sorts of riffs, arpeggios, fuck around with dynamics, it was free reign.

And that's what it was, freedom, liberation. Something he desired deeply right now. That's what America was supposed to represent was freedom. Freedom would be nice, but yet here he is, stuck in this fake life, a life that is a lie. hell, everything was a lie, he didn't want to be a banker, he didn't want to marry a woman and have children, he didn't want any of this. but he had to live this life, he couldn't let his parents down, they worked hard to get to where they were, he had expectations, and he needed to meet them.

Later in dinner, it was time for dessert. Otto had ordered a creme brulee, still having these feelings, having no idea why any of this was coming out all of a sudden. Maybe it's the start of this new life he had planned, God if ANY of this goes to plan, plans fail all the time. He finished up his dessert and stood up.

"Excuse me father and mother.. I'll be back at the cabin should you need me" Otto shares a fake smile and excuses himself from the table.

"Ok, me and the other men will be in the smoking room, I'm sure you will find it" Wilhelm said.

"And I will stay here with the ladies," Marie said.

Otto nodded his head and went back up the grand staircase. He contemplated doing something as he walked up to the cabin.. but he decided against it, instead he went all the way up the stairs and onto the boat deck. There was no one out there, only 2 or 3 crew members walking down the boat deck, he leaned over to the raining of the ship. it wasn't as cold as he thought it would be, the sky was a little clear, he could see the stars, but some clouds would roll on by. Good enough. And looked into the vast black ocean. Illuminated and reflecting the stars above upon its surface. There were even a few smaller ships going by the black ocean... It somehow seemed more appealing in the water than on this ship.

"Ugh... damn it all" he said as he turned his back to the ocean and headed back inside towards his cabin. while walking, he couldn't help but tear up, he had been holding back emotions all his life "Ghh.. fuck.." he entered the cabin and began to get into his night clothes, tears rolling down his face as he cried softly into his suit "GAHH!!" he laid on the bed and closed his eyes, he needed sleep.

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Foxy was laying on one of the benches, looking at the stars, since the ship was gonna be away from the city, the stars would be more visible. He always wanted to see a shooting star, maybe now, he could have a chance, What were the odds of that? Maybe in America he would find a good spot to look at the stars. Especially in the middle of the country, where there was less civilization, he closed his eyes, he needed sleep.