[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

I walked from the engine room to the corridor where the third-class cabin is located. During the process, I turned around countless times vigilantly, wondering if the guy with good feet and his fiancée who ran away with someone had followed.Then I figured out that maybe the other guy was shaking in the engine room after a life-and-death catastrophe, so he didn't have time to play hide-and-seek with me.Even my legs were shaking a little. If I hadn't pulled him up just now, I would have died with him.

I supported the wall of the corridor with my hands, and walked forward slowly. It seemed that it was very late, so all the cabin doors were closed, and everyone was wrapped in blankets, dreaming of going to America.Of course I don't plan to go back to my own room in the third class cabin, not to mention that all the passengers in the cabin are men except me, I can't go back just for safety.I always felt that old poodles must be hanging around, or hired bellboys to stare outside my stateroom.

Just to catch a thief, they can really dedicate themselves to death.

Seriously, Cal Hockley's clearing of the smear is as easy as talking.When I was with Andrew, I basically didn't tell the truth about myself.As long as he asks the chief engineer who was at the same table with me to check the passenger list, he should know that my name has not appeared, and it is even more impossible for an uncle who is about to disembark tomorrow.

The Titanic will go ashore tomorrow, and I only remember a British priest who took photos of the Titanic before it finally sank.

As long as Andrew testifies to him, then my identity as a thief will be exposed.Not only is he free from scandal, but he can also win the sympathy of a large number of women in the upper class.

I don't care if I'm a thief or not, I just know that I have to get off the boat tomorrow.I can't save 500 people, but I can't even save myself.Walking to the corner of the corridor, a little girl was standing at the door of the cabin with a doll in her arms, with curly brown hair and a healthy blush.She seemed to have run out to play, but she couldn't find her way for a while, and looked around in a daze.

I was silent for two seconds, and finally walked in front of me, with an amiable smile at the level of an aunt, "Have you lost your way? Where's your mother?"

"Mom is sleeping." The girl showed a cute smile like an angel, and she touched the red-clothed doll in her arms, not afraid of strangers at all.

"What's your name?" I squatted down and looked at her.

The girl put her chin on the top of the doll's head and whispered, "Corolla."

I looked at her, and the friendly smile that I had finally pulled out slowly dropped and turned into a wry smile.Then he reached out and stroked her hair, "Well, Corolla, your mother should have been looking for you. Tell your mother that the ship is sinking, and let her take you off the ship tomorrow, okay?"

Corola stared at me with round dark eyes, then she shook her head very decisively and said in a childish voice: "This is a big boat, Dad said it will never sink, it won't sink .”

It will not sink this sentence is categorical.

I could only take back the hand that touched her hair, and then hugged my head with both hands, and finally couldn't help but curse out the dirty words that I had held back for a long time, "Damn it, if this damn ship won't sink, I will Eat the entire ship of the Titanic."

Even a child of a few years old knows that the Titanic is unsinkable, so when it docks tomorrow, a large number of immigrants will rush to die.Even if the women and children left first in the final crash, nearly [-]% of the children in the third class died.I want to climb into the bridge and strangle the captain's neck again, you should stop the ship for me quickly.By the way, the captain also died in the end.

I tried my best to spit out the aggrieved breath, and then stood up again, trying to tell the child not to walk around here and wait for someone to find her, but when I looked up, I saw Lovejoy standing in the hallway looking at me .That look, in terms of imagery, is that the hunting dog hates and hesitates to eat the carrion when it sees the carrion.

I have only one feeling, it is simply a model with a lingering ghost.

Without saying a word, I turned around and ran, and he immediately caught up.I rushed into one of the hatches, kicked the door shut, and turned the handle to lock it. The old poodle was outside grabbing the handle very hard to open it.I slowly left the shaking door and walked up the stairs without incident. I really didn't believe he could break open.

After finally walking to the D deck at the stern, I sat down on a chair on the promenade deck of the third-class cabin, intending to slow down for 2 minutes before continuing to climb.Otherwise, before the old poodle found me, I would have died from overwork.

The sea breeze blowing over gave me goosebumps.I rubbed my hands, and rubbed my feet a few times to increase the temperature.The electric light hanging on the flagpole gave off a faint light, and no one was seen on the deck in the middle of the night. I leaned on the back of my chair and looked up at the starry sky without any image.

The stars were as bright as the sun in the daytime, I counted silently, one, two, three four five six seven...

Suddenly there was the sound of clothes rubbing against a bench behind me. I froze for a moment, then turned around slowly, and saw first a head of blond hair that looked a little dark under the dim light, and then Jack's sleepy face .As he got up from the bench, he complained, "Fall asleep, what time is it?"

I replied, "About two o'clock in the morning."

Jack was obviously startled by my voice, then he took a closer look and saw me sitting in front of him like a ghost under the sea.

"Oh, really? Thank you." Jack smiled and said thanks, and then he said strangely: "It's so late, you should go back to your room, it's cold here."

"Leave later, good night." I deliberately lowered my voice so that he wouldn't hear that we had been together before.

"Good night." Jack scratched his messy short hair, and then walked forward, probably going back to his cabin.Halfway through, he turned his head to look at me as if remembering something, his eyes were strange, as if he was calculating something, and then he asked uncertainly: "Ai... Emily? You are Emily."

I used to touch my face, wondering if my face was covered with black charcoal again, how could he tell that I belonged to Emily.

"It must be you, you forget that I am a painter, I have painted you." Jack walked up to me excitedly, raised his finger to measure my body from a distance, "Yes, your body proportion is Emily Yes. No two people in this world are exactly the same size, even twins have slight differences."

The painter is still a detective, and his observation skills are so terrifying.

I held out my hand and reintroduced myself, "Hi, Emily."

"Jack Dawson." Jack took my hand and said with a happy smile. "You are incredible, you suddenly transformed."

I let go of my hand and looked at my skirt. There was a big tear in the hem of the skirt, which was not my fault.When I return the skirt tomorrow, I hope the heroine won't frown when she sees it. It was torn by his fiancé.

"You're missing a pair of shoes, deck princess with bare feet in the middle of the night?" Jack shook his head disapprovingly, and he took off his coat and put it on me, "I think you need these."

I laughed softly, finally feeling lighter.I jumped off the bench, put my hands behind my back and said to Jack, "Any more? I need the whole set."

There was confusion in Jack's eyes. He seemed to be guessing my identity, but this confusion was quickly covered up by calmness. He said humorously without asking anything, "Why are you tired of being a princess and want to be a commoner?"

"Twelve o'clock has passed, didn't you hear the bell on the Titanic?" I made a gesture of listening, and then helplessly spread my hands with a crying expression, "The princess's clothes are going to be cold to death."

"Wait for me, here." Jack, who gave me his jacket, rubbed his arms and ran towards the cabin.

I continued to sit down and looked up to count the stars.After a while, Jack ran over with a set of women's clothes in his arms. He stuffed the clothes to me and said, "This is the clothes of a woman I met in the living room. She originally wanted to give her daughter clothes, but her daughter is a bit... …mellow.”

After finishing speaking, Jack couldn't help laughing out.

He smiled and said, "If you want to change clothes, you can go to the public bathroom. There are two bathrooms in the third-class cabin. There are usually many people, but there should be no one in the middle of the night now."

"Thanks, Jack." I returned the coat to him, stood up and gave him a hug.

Jack raised his hands in embarrassment and didn't touch me. He raised his eyes and smiled and said, "You're welcome, aren't we friends?"

I let go of him and suddenly reminded him, "Remember our bet?"

Jack's smiling face froze, he looked around a little guilty, and put his hands in his trouser pockets.After a while, he surrendered in frustration, "I know, I'm willing to admit defeat."

"Yes, I'm willing to bet." I hugged my clothes and watched him put on his coat. In the pocket of the coat was my only ten-dollar bill. I gave him the guide tip given by the old poodle.Then I turned and walked to the cabin, and Jack asked me loudly behind me, "Emily, where are you going?"

"Go where I should go. Goodbye, Jack." I replied wearily. In fact, I didn't know where I should go. Everything that I was familiar with after a hundred years has been wiped out in this era.

It took a long time to hear Jack's voice, and he also said, "Goodbye, Emily."

I looked back and saw him standing in the dim light, alone.

The clothes didn't fit well, a long skirt of inferior fabric that went past the ankles, a top that was too conservative to reveal any skin, and a very long headscarf.

After I came out of the public bathroom, I wrapped Ruth's dress in a ball and carried it behind my back. Then I went back to the D-deck and tied the long turban that got in the way around my neck.Then choose a dark corner and start to climb up by grabbing the railing of the deck. When you reach the B deck, you take off your clothes with one hand and throw the ball of skirt onto the B deck. This is a walk for a gentleman Deck, I guess there should be a lot of people who make money.A long skirt, no one will want it.

After throwing away my clothes, I continued to climb up with difficulty.Climb to the open deck of the lifeboat on the uppermost hull, and see that the lifeboats on the davits are all wrapped in dense white cloth.

I hid in the shadows and walked to the lifeboat, untied the ropes bit by bit, until there was a similar gap, I dexterously got into the lifeboat.It was pitch black, and nothing of light could be seen.I tidied up the boat cover again, leaving only a gap for ventilation, and it was almost impossible to find that the lifeboat had been moved from the outside.

No one will think that the thief hides in it, and finally can sleep well.I lay on the lifeboat, sighed softly, and finally complained, "This bed is really hard."