An immigrant boy. Quiet hands. Restless eyes. But fire in his soul. Meet Gideon Christopher. An immigrant boy with nothing but his family, and the name Mac Criostoir. A boy with quiet hands and restless eyes, he grew up working in the family restaurant, kneading dough and learning silence in the heat of the kitchen. 🍞🔥 But Gideon was never meant to stay still. He searched for a world larger than the one he’d been handed. 🌍 At eighteen, he walked away from everything he knew— To the deserts of Algiers, he marched. He fought. He bled. ☀️⚔️ He lost friends, shed his past, and learned how to survive. Forged by heat and silence, he became something stronger. Yet even war couldn’t bury his heart completely. ❤️‍🩹 Now, aboard the Titanic, he returns to the kitchen — still searching for the piece of himself he left behind. 🚢🥀 Chapter Four: The Journey to the Titanic, from The Cook by S.J. Jeppsson