The Captain's Daughter

by Leah Fleming

  He stood between Kathleen and Patti, each with an arm in his, holding him up, his feet chilled as the passengers trickled out slowly from the arrivals hall. Passengers were waving, smiling, rushing forward to greet their families just like all those years ago when he had stood alone in despair. At least this was a happier arrival.

  ‘Here they are, Papa!’

  He saw a striking woman in a fur coat and a brilliant pink scarf, with a girl in a duffel coat – a pretty dark-haired girl with a ponytail, smiling as if she knew him. There was something about her smile that reminded him of someone, something warm and familiar.

  ‘Now, Papa, this is Ella and her daughter, Clare, from England. Ella has something for you.’ Patti pushed him forward.

  The woman smiled as she pulled a little package out of her handbag. ‘I believe you have the other one to this,’ she said, looking into his eyes. ‘One shoe without the other is no use if you have two legs,’ she added.

  Angelo fingered the shoe, puzzled, turning to Kathleen for support. ‘What is this? Why has she got my shoe?’

  ‘She hasn’t. Ours is at home. We brought Frankie’s shoe back from Italy, remember?’

  Then he turned to the young girl, his heart thumping as he studied her features, as if something long lost was coming into focus, a faded photograph coming into life. ‘She has Maria’s face and so do you. Is this true? How can it be true? Alessia? All these years I have hoped. Is it really you?’

  Ella was smiling back. ‘I hope so . . . I think so.’

  He felt her arms around him and tears on his cheeks. Patti and Kathleen stepped back. Angelo turned to them for support. ‘You all knew?’

  Kathleen smiled and nodded. ‘We wanted to make it special. It’s taken a lifetime to bring you two together. Where better for you to meet than where it all began?’

  ‘But how?’ he said. ‘How is this miracle happening?’

  His two daughters took an arm each to escort him out into the winter light.

  ‘It’s a long story Papa. It may take some time.’

  A Note from the Author

  ‘It is a rash man indeed who would set himself up as final arbiter on all that happened on the incredible night the Titanic went down,’

  wrote Walter Lord in his book, A Night To Remember

  This story evolved from reading survivors’ accounts of their experiences in the lifeboats and afterwards. There were reports of Captain E. J. Smith’s rescue of a child in the water but nothing ever proven. Had this been so it might have mitigated the swift decline of his reputation that made the unveiling of his statue in Lichfield such a contentious event in July 1914.

  The trail to find out more about the Titanic and its passengers took me from Liverpool’s National Maritime Museum, where I was able to view the very medals I describe given to the crew of the rescue ship, Carpathia, and much more, to the Titanic Historical Society of America’s Museum in Indian Orchard, Springfield, Massachusetts: a shrine to many intimate relics donated by families of passengers. It has a wonderful atmosphere thanks to the owners Edward and Karen Kermuda.

  I am grateful for the enthusiasm of so many Titanic aficionados who loaned books and argued different theories as to what might have really happened if the mystery ship had come to the rescue. Thank you to my friend, David Croll, for sharing his books and ideas, to my son, Josh Wiggin for chauffeuring me up the Eastern seaboard and checking out some of the other American museums and helping me flesh out a brief visit to Akron, to my ever-patient husband, David, always ready with the camera, to Margaret Brothwell for guiding me re the history of Lichfield Theological College and all my Lichfield friends for their hospitality; researching is thirsty work!

  Although this is fiction and my main characters are entirely fictitious, I did need the presence of many real passengers, crew, cathedral clergy and relatives to have walk- on parts. The famous ‘unsinkable’ Margaret Brown and the Captain E J appear as does an imaginary visit to his daughter, Helen Melville Russell-Cooke (née Smith) with reference to her son, Squadron Leader Simon Russell- Cooke killed in 1944 and his twin sister, the late Priscilla Phipps.

  In every case I have tried to adhere to what was known of the people involved. Of course there is no evidence that what I describe could have happened, but with some slight adjustments to their lives and itineraries there’s no reason why such events couldn’t have been possible either . . . However, any mistakes in the narrative concerning them are entirely my own.

  For further information about Helen ‘Mel’ Smith I am indebted to the article by John Pladdys in The Titanic Historical Society of America’s magazine, Commutator. Vol. 17. 1992. I am also indebted to the following books for specific information: The Man Who Sank the Titanic? The Life and Times of Edward J Smith, G Cooper, 2nd edition, Cotes Heath, 1998; Rubber’s Home Town, Hugh Allen; Lichfield in the First World War; The Diaries of WE. Pead; The History of St Matthew’s Hospital Burntwood, David Budden 1989; Memories of A Cathedral City, Cuthbert Brown, 1991. Universal Aunts, Kate Herbert-Hunting, 1986; No Moon Tonight, Don Charlwood; The Cinderella Service: RAF Coastal Command, Andrew Hendrie; A Small place in Italy, Eric Newby. On the U.S. Chaplains Corps: Soldiers of God, Christopher Cross, 1945. I would also like to recommend Lichfield Archive Office’s excellent collection of Titanic information where I read the account of the unveiling of the Captain’s statue in the Lichfield Mercury.

  Further on the trail when lace became an important factor, I was helped by Audrey Pemberton and the Settle lacemakers in understanding the process and later took a detour to Sansepolchro in Italy to visit its wonderful Lace Museum which was opened especially for me. Thank you to Leila Riguccini (President of Associazione Il Merletto nella citta del Piero) and Anna Nespoli. Their enthusiasm and help knew no bounds and despite me having only a little Italian to hand, they produced just the articles I needed and more. This visit was made possible by the generosity of my brother and sister-in-law, Chris and Cerys Wiggin who placed their Tuscan home at our disposal.

  So the story was drafted among the winter snowdrifts and shown to my editor, Maxine Hitchcock, who made some wonderful suggestions and encouraged me to pull out all the stops with her immaculate editing. Thank you to Jessica Leeke and all the team at Simon & Schuster, along with my agent, Judith Murdoch, for giving me the opportunity and challenge to explore one of the great dramas of the twentieth century.

  Leah Fleming.

  Crete, 2011