The Legend Of The Titanic Twins

There was an eerie similarity to a fox surviving Nottingham Forest Alexei Nickolavich thought as the farmer tried to seek refuge in Southampton, England, a well-known port city.

“If I get through this, I will be with you always,” he prayed to a specific white star brightening the darken sky.

Now, days later after his wife was brutally murdered in their rural cottage when Alexei grabbed his two twin daughters and just barely escaped the wooded horror. Knowing America could solve all his problems since the streets were paved with gold there was never a doubt in his mind what he was doing was right. Only hatred not any financial gain instigated this evil act from in debt affluents who could not face reality.

“Come Maria, come Anastasia,” the father figure holding three tickets insisted, “we must board the ship.”

“Where are we going?” Anastasia put her foot down.

“To America, New York where there are exciting shows,” Maria responded.

“Why, what is wrong with just living a simple life tending to the garden?” Anastasia asked.

Not having an answer Alexei secured his children by their small shoulders and pointed them in the proper direction. Soon they were aboard the SS Titanic and a young Englishman doing his job guided the trio to a room fit for royalty.

“This is beautiful,” Alexei commented taking time to reach for a couple pounds in his pockets.

As the twins hopped on the bed Anastasia added her two cents, “yes, Daddy it is a perfect place to rest in peace.”

Now a million miles separated Maria and that incident which occurred back home. Holding the railing with a tight grip she stared down to the choppy waves.

“Anastasia is sleeping,” Alexei snuck up noticing the good girl never flinched.

“She has been really cold lately, Daddy, like an iceberg.”

“Those things happen when things happen,”

“Like when those woodsmen came in with axes?” Maria calmly inquired.

“Yes, but we are far from them and soon we will be in America,”

Hours past and the family enjoyed a luxurious dining experience filled with the best food from the greatest chefs. With filled stomachs they all returned to their assigned quarters and soon fell asleep. When the peaceful eleventh hour arrived, Anastasia opened her eyes and like it was magic Maria followed, “where are you going?” Maria whispered watching Anastasia separate herself from the group.

“I want to come with you,” Maria sprang from the bed, “we are a pair, right?”

Halfway down the hallway Anastasia stopped, “oh I forgot something,” and returned to the room while Maria continued to the outside.

Braving the early spring frigid weather Maria found a nice British crew member, “excuse me, do you have the time?”

“11:35 pm, way past your bedtime,” the sensitive voice said.

“Oh, Maria, you are there,”

“Just had to go to the bath,” Anastasia suddenly froze, “what was that?”

“We must of hit something,” the navy uniform style stranger diagnosed.

“What are we going to do?” The two youngsters cried.

“Come with me?”

Being young the kids followed directions and ended up in one of the first lifeboats. Not even forty-five minutes clicked away, and they were rowing towards a new world watching the rich image sink gracefully,

“Your black sox, Anastasia,” Maria pointed, “they are red.”

“I must have cut myself getting into the lifeboat,”

Accepting the excuse Maria stayed silent observing the mass commotion unfold, “where do you think Daddy is? Anastasia? On another rescue boat?”

“No dear sis, he is with Mommy.”

Staring at a box holding a newspaper featuring a headline and picture of the ship they were on Maria took Anastasia’s hand. “We are safe now,” she explained as they in unison stepped off the ferry onto the city street. No longer having any blood on her hands Anastasia wounds were healed as they started to blend in with everyone else.

Innocently seeing a trinket salesperson, the new tourists took a moment, “where are your parents?” Was the first thing out of the pitchman’s mouth.

“They are dead,” Anastasia gravely reported.

“We are orphans,” Maria added in a civil calm tone.

“Sorry to hear that,” the vendor exclaimed.

“Can I have one of those hats with the ‘B’ on it?” Anastasia requested.

“And I will take one with the ‘NY’,” Maria smiled.

“Which one the orange or blue one with pinstripes?”