AN: Hey, guys! I've never written for Titanic before, but I saw the movie in 3D with my mom when it was re-released in April and then I started obsessively looking things up about both the movie and the actual sinking, and then I finally just said to myself, "It's gonna happen sooner or later, so just do it already!" And so I picked up my pen and started writing.
I know that April is already long-over, but it took my awhile to decide whether or not I was actually going to go through with posting this on here, but then I finally decided today that yes, I was. I've reached a point in the notebook I wrote it in where it might end, it might not...I'm still kind of trying to figure out how to proceed with it, or if I should proceed at all.
Like most people whose Titanic stories I've read, I looked up the script for this. Obviously, since Jack lives in this, it kind of veers off-script towards the end of the chapter, and I've also altered a couple of Jack's lines, one so that it fits the way I remember him saying it in the movie, and one because for some reason, my brain has an easier time hearing him say it a bit differently than he actually did. I dunno what the heck the heck that's about, you'd have to ask my brain, but...*shrugs*
Rose gripped Jack's hands desperately, putting every remaining ounce of her strength into helping him pull himself up onto the door she was already on top of. Once he was on safely and they'd managed to balance it out as much as they could, Jack put his arms around Rose as they lay there together, teeth chattering violently.
"The boats will c-come back for us, Rose," Jack said, tightening his grip on her to give them both as much warmth as possible. "Hold on just a-a little l-longer. They had to r-row away because of th-the suction, but n-now they'll be coming b-back." Rose nodded, drawing comfort from his voice. "Thank G-G-God for you, Jack," she said.
All around them, people screamed and flailed, desperately trying to catch the attention of someone in a boat. From his own piece of debris several feet away, Officer Wilde started blowing his whistle, hoping it would be louder and carry farther than everyone's cries and shouts.
Jack and Rose seemed to be the only ones not making any sound at all. They just lay there together on their little raft, huddled close for warmth. Jack had squeezed the water out of Rose's pink coat and tucked it around their legs and now, he was rubbing her arms in an attempt to create heat with the barely-there friction.
After awhile, they turned onto their backs and gazed silently up at the stars as the pleas for help became softer, growing more and more infrequent and the water turned back into a mill pond, eventually becoming a vast, endless black mirror that reflected the stars in its glassy, eerily calm surface.
"It's getting quiet," Rose whispered. Jack's dark blue lips looked pitch black against the chalky paleness that his face had become. "Just a few more minutes," he whispered back. "It'll take them a little while to get the boats organized...That's all..."
But they both knew that wasn't the case; those boats weren't coming back any time soon, or any other time for that matter.
Over Jack's shoulder, Rose could see Wilde; He was slumped over whatever it was he'd managed to grab onto, pale and unmoving. With his eyes closed, he looked peaceful enough that he could have been asleep. But Rose knew the truth. This was a slumber that he would never emerge from.
His voice somewhat stronger, Jack blurted out suddenly, "I dunno about you, Rosie, but once we're in New York, I intend to write a very strongly worded letter to White Star about this whole ordeal!" She laughed weakly, finding his light blue eyes in the dim light.
"I love you, Jack..."
He gripped her hands in both of his as firmly as he could.
"Don't do that, Rosie."
He shook his head, looking directly into her eyes.
"No...Don't say your goodbyes yet, Rose. Don't you give up. Don't do it."
"I'm so cold..."
"You're going to get out of this...You're going to go on, and you're going to make lots of babies and watch them grow up, and you're going to die an old, old lady, warm in your bed. Not here. Not this night. Do you understand me?"
"I can't feel my body..."
"Rose, listen to me. Listen. Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me."
By that point, he was having trouble getting the breath needed in order to speak, but he was determined to finish.
"It brought me to you. And I'm thankful, Rose...I'm thankful..."
His voice was barely over a whisper by then. It trembled in the cold that was slowly creeping towards his heart, but his eyes never wavered or faltered as he continued.
"You must do me this honor...promise me you will survive...that you will never give up...no matter what happens...no matter how hopeless...promise me now, and never let go of that promise."
"Never let go."
"I promise...I will never let go, Jack...I'll never let go..."
The only sound was the lapping of the water as they lay there with their foreheads touching softly. It felt as if centuries had passed, and they lay absolutely still as they floated in an emptiness of starry black nothing. They stared up at the canopy of stars above them, feeling oddly peaceful as the long sleep began to claim them.
They were as pale as the lifeless cadavers around them, floating in a void. They were both bordering on a semi-hallucinatory state, both of them fully aware that they were dying. Still, they sang the song that was so special to both of them, though their lips barely moved and hardly any sound came out. It was just those two lines, over and over again:
"Come, Josephine, in my flying machine;
Going up she goes...Up she goes..."
A light streaked across the heavens, and they both thought it was a shooting star. Rose's breathing was shallow and she was nearly motionless, her glassy eyes tracking the stars from one horizon to the other and then back again. Her hair, like Jack's, was dusted with crystals of icy frost.
Jack, meanwhile, wasn't much better off, but instead of keeping tabs on the stars, he kept his eyes primarily on Rose, glancing up every now and then to check for any signs of movement. Some small part of his brain had somehow managed to continue working at least semi-normally, so he was a bit more aware of things than she was.
So as soon as he saw a boat silhouetted against the stars and heard faint voices calling out, it clicked together suddenly that the so-called shooting star couldn't actually have been a shooting star because it had been much too bright.
Which meant that it must have been a torch beam.
His eyes were nearly closed, but as soon as he realized what was going on, they snapped open and he pushed himself into the water, being careful not to bring Rose in with him as he did so.
"I can see a boat, Rosie, it's gonna be okay! I promise!"
She weakly pushed herself up onto her elbows and watched past half-closed eyelids as Jack swam over to Officer Wilde's pale corpse, yanking the whistle from his lips. The cord it was on snapped when he yanked on it again, and as soon as it was free from Wilde's neck, Jack turned and went directly back to where Rose was waiting.
With all the air he had in his lungs at that moment, Jack blew on the whistle over and over, refusing to stop until the boat had reached them. The entire time, he gripped Rose's hands tightly and didn't let go. They locked eyes and Rose smiled weakly.
They really were going to be okay.
AN: Well, that concludes the first chapter, folks, I hope you've enjoyed it so far! Second chapter should be up today, if not, it'll definitely be here tomorrow.
Disclaimer: The only claim I have to any of these characters is the Jack & Rose that are in my Sims 3 game. And even they don't really count for anything. Soooo, really, it all belongs to James Cameron. Soooo there. I own nothing and deny everything. XD