Titanic 2020

'Oh,' said Jimmy.

'So you're the little twerp who ran away to sea.'

'So you're the owner's stuck-up daughter.'

'How dare you!'

'How dare you!'

'You're in so much trouble!'

'You're in so much trouble!'

'Stop that!'

'Stop that!'

'You . . .'

'You. . .'

'You are—'

'You are . . .'

'You are not funny!'

'Oh yeah?'

'Aha — didn't copy me that time!'

'Aha — didn't copy me that time!'

'My dad's going to toss you . . .'

'My dad's going to toss you . . .'

'. . . in a cell and throw away the key.'

'He'll have to catch me first.'

Claire glared at him. 'I've caught you.'

Jimmy laughed. 'I think not.'

'Yes I have. You're my prisoner.'

'Uhuh. Right up to the point where I walk past you and escape.'

'I won't let you.'

'Uhuh.'

Jimmy took a step towards her. 'I have a black belt in judo,' said Claire, raising her hands.

'And I have a black belt at home. It keeps my trousers up.'

Jimmy went to move past her. He kept his right shoulder down, meaning to give her a good shove on the way. But just as he leaned into her, Claire grabbed his arm, twisted it up, brought it down over her own shoulder, put her entire weight under him and heaved up. Jimmy was lifted off his feet and thrown. He landed in a heap in the corner, and for good measure banged his head on the Star Wars game.

He looked at her somewhat groggily. Then he shook himself. 'Lucky,' he said.

'I don't think so.'

Jimmy got to his feet. She was certainly stronger than she looked. But she was a girl, and he was a rough, tough product of the back streets of Belfast. He wasn't going to hurt her, but he was going to teach her a lesson she wouldn't forget.

Ten seconds later Jimmy lay in another heap. Claire stood over him, bouncing from left to right. 'Do you want some more? Do you? Not copying me now, are you? Are you?'

'What do you want,' Jimmy snapped, 'a Blue Peter badge? So you know a few tricks. I bet Daddy paid for judo lessons.'

'So what?'

'Well we aren't even then, are we? So Daddy's little rich girl has a black belt. Big deal. I bet you have a pony as well.'

Claire folded her arms and gave him a disdainful look. 'You can say whatever you like. Makes no difference. You're my prisoner.'

Jimmy looked quickly around him. There were two exits within striking distance. She might be good at judo, but he was fast on his feet. There was no shame in running away. Surviving was more important.

As if she could hear what he was thinking she said, 'And don't even think about running for it. I'm a sprinter. I have medals for it; I've represented my school at national level.'

' Oooooooooooooh,' said Jimmy, 'aren't we great?'

'Just get up. I'm taking you to the Captain.'

Jimmy got to his feet. 'What about a fair fight?'

'That was fair. You're just a pathetic fighter.'

'I mean, using something in here, something neither of us has had any training on. That would be fair. Like the air hockey.'

Claire looked at the table. 'I can beat you at anything,' she said.

'If I win, you let me go.'

'And what if I win?'

'You won't, but if by some miracle you do, I'm your prisoner, I'll go quietly, and as a bonus I'll never again repeat what you say.'

'Is that a promise?'

'Is that a promise?'

She almost laughed. She managed to turn it into a grunt and nodded at the table. 'You're on,' she said.

Claire might have had a rich father and judo lessons from an expensive coach, but Jimmy was an amusement arcade veteran. When he wasn't in school he virtually lived in one. He rarely had money to play the machines, but he hustled it by challenging other kids. He rarely lost. There was no official competition or title, but if you asked anyone in Jimmy's school, they would have confirmed that he deserved to be crowned the Air Hockey Champion of East Belfast.

They agreed it would be best of five games. He let her win the first one, just to see the cocky, condescending look on her face. He let her win the second, and he loved the way she gloated over every victorious stroke.

And then he let her have it.

He whipped her ass.

Her face coloured up, sweat rolled down her brow, her mouth tightened in anger and as the final, winning goal shot in she let out a yell of frustration.

'That's not fair!' she shouted.

'That's not fair!' mimicked Jimmy.

'You've played this before!'

'You've played this before!'

Jimmy raised his hands in mock apology.

'You — you — you — you . . .'

'Won,' said Jimmy. 'And now I'm off — free as a bird.' He gave a little bird whistle as he sauntered past. But then he stopped and extended his hand. 'Listen, no hard feelings, eh?'

It was an unexpectedly civilized thing to do, and much more in keeping with the circles Claire usually moved in. She might have been spoiled, but she was well brought up. So, albeit reluctantly, she clasped his hand.

Jimmy smiled in a friendly manner, then suddenly twisted her arm and spun her round before giving her a hefty shove in the bum with his left foot. Claire shot across the arcade, crashed into the Star Wars game and crumpled to the floor.

'Sucker,' laughed Jimmy. He jogged happily out of the arcade.

***

He was exhilarated: first the air hockey, then the humiliating coup de grace. It was in both his nature and nurture to extract victory by either fair means or foul and he saw nothing wrong with it. Whether it was on the tough streets of his city or in the more luxurious surroundings of the Titanic, it was all about survival. Attack was the best form of defence, and if God sees fit to give you an advantage, you grab it with both hands.

In hindsight, he should perhaps have chosen to lie low for a while, but Jimmy still had a mountain to climb. Or at least a climbing wall. He rode up to the top deck and began to work his way up the artificial cliff face. It was growing dark now and a cool breeze was blowing hard against him. Usually crew members provided safety harnesses for passengers attempting the wall, but even if there'd been one available, Jimmy wouldn't have needed it. In just a few minutes he was straddling the top of the the wall, barely out of breath. He stared out to sea. America was somewhere ahead of him. While trawling for news on the Internet earlier on he had done a little research into how long a ship might take to cross the Atlantic, and while it depended on speed and size, he reckoned that they were now approaching the halfway mark. By tomorrow there would be no turning back.

Jimmy thrust his hands into his overall pockets — and found the lucky penny. He held on to the wall with one arm, then pulled his other arm back to throw it . . .

'YOU BOY!'

Jimmy peered down. Captain Smith and three other officers were looking up at him.

'GET DOWN HERE NOW!'

Jimmy looked about him, then back down. 'Are you talking to me?'

'GET DOWN HERE!'

Jimmy took a deep breath. Unless he suddenly developed the ability to fly, or to swim huge distances, there was no escape this time. He slipped the lucky penny into his pocket, then began to climb down.