Helping Hands || Alexander and Anna

Since boarding the Unsinkable Titanic, Anna Kelly of Virginia had made herself comfortable and at home in her cabin, in Second Class berthing. Her belongings were set out as she would set them out in her bathroom, and bedroom, and her clothing was stored in the tiny so-called wardrobe. It was when the trouble hit as she tried to store her trunk, she had wanted it in the cabin with her, as it contained important documents and papers she would need upon arrival in New York. She had been battling with it for some time now, and she was tiring from the exertions.

Throwing open her cabin door, Anna craned her neck, glancing along the corridor, both ways to see one of the Stewards trotting along towards her door, clearing her throat, Anna decided on calling upon him. Even though he looked super busy, she required his assistance, “Excuse me, Sir…could you he-…”

“Ma’am, I do apologize, I will be back momentarily.” he responded before hurrying past.

Anna sighed and glanced over her shoulder to the trunk, shaking her head at its sheer monstrosity, blocking her exit path. Furrowing her brows, she leaned against the frame of the door and wiped over her forehead before tossing her stray hair from her face. It was when she glanced up, she felt ready to tackle the trunk once again. Turning she stepped back inside her cabin, allowing the door to remain open for the Steward’s return, as she began to heave it along, trying in vain to move it just centimeters.