The RMS Titanic, the Ship of Dreams to everyone at its time.
“God himself could not sink this ship!”
You heard a sailor beside you exclaiming with pride. The certainty in his words was unwavering, and you just had to lift your gaze up to see if the ship was really worth everyone's praise.
As you boarded the ship, a sudden impact almost made you fall over when a man ran past you. He looked back and flashed you an apologetic grin, his face beaming while his dark hair flew in the ocean breeze. The next day, you found him standing outside on the bow of the Titanic. Noticing the gaze from behind, he turned around, offering you a smile before holding out a hand.
"Close your eyes," he told you, helping you step onto the railing.
"Do you trust me? Umm..."
His voice trailed off, the silence awkward as the only sound was the sea waves hitting the ship. He looked at you expectantly, his eyes boring into yours when he realized neither of you had told the other your name yet.