[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

When the three chimneys of the Titanic emitted thick black smoke, and all the people who remained on the pier waved and shouted at the deck, I was so tired that I put my hands on my knees, and I had no energy to run any more. The burning caused by breathing is the destruction of the lungs.For the last hour I kept running, and my voice was too hoarse to make any sound.Some passengers or passers-by who were hit by me would send out a few unfriendly greetings from time to time, but I was too poor to even say sorry.

Never have I seen so many Edwardian Britons huddled together like a hornet's nest.The rented carriage and the classic car of the aristocrats almost collided into one ball, and newspaper reporters carrying ancient camera equipment stared at the unsinkable dream ship.A girl wearing a long ribbon hat with a wide brim was waving her hands on the boat, and the midday sun froze this bustling and dreamy scene.

Like everyone else, I looked up at the white deck on the black hull, trying to find my relatives on it.

I suspect that Jack is already on board, and the loud whistle sounds again, announcing the final moments of the ship's departure.The temperature is rising, and my thin clothes finally have some spring warmth, clinging to my thin body.

Well, it seems that this great voyage was driven by history, and there was no room for turning around.Let the damned Jack and Rose go on their love voyage greater than this voyage.

I don't care, God knows I haven't eaten anything since noon yesterday, let that poor painter who deserved to be thrown into the trash can find love.You must know that it is a great film that has maintained the number one box office in the world and has not been defeated by anyone for 12 years. I really want to curse the director.

I took a deep breath tiredly, intending to finally adjust the disordered breath rhythm, and then leave this noisy ocean pier.Just when I finally managed to stand up straight, put my hands on my aching stomach, and took the first step, there was an excited cheer from the noisy background behind me, "Times are turning, and now we are in good shape."

God knows what my expression was when I heard this sentence, I seem to be able to hear the Scottish dance music in the movie jumping out of the strings briskly.Before I could even turn my head, Jack ran past me laughing with the sack on his back, yelling at another companion, "Come on, man, we're home." Without a hat His short light yellow hair spread out in the air, and his smile could light up the entire gloomy harbor.

Yeah, you're going back to your hometown soon, if you're going to swing the door and float back.

My hand didn't have time to grab his cheap gray long coat, and my weak fingers were hit hard by the sack behind him, and the protagonist, who was obviously eager to get on the boat, didn't even notice that someone was calling him.

I hoarsely called out the barely audible "Jack", and I was sure I must have called his name more times than the heroine.

Jack was carrying his sack of luggage, one hand raised high, as if to go against the wind.His hair fluttered back in a mess. This young man was so youthful and excited. He rushed to the place of hope, and the huge Titanic in front of him was waiting for his arrival.

I called him hoarsely again: "Jack Dawson..."

I believe that unless he is clairvoyant, it is impossible to hear my cry.He had already slipped into the crowd, running so fast that he disturbed other people's carriages.I stood where I was, watching him run away all of a sudden, with his hands hanging powerlessly in the air, feeling the malice of the God of Destiny again.Standing alone among the people coming and going, I looked up and saw that the seagull had left the boat and leaped high towards the ocean.Suddenly I thought of a lot, thinking of the first time I watched a movie, Leonardo under the poster of Pirates of the Caribbean in the room, and thinking of the widely circulated golden song.

I looked up at the sky, let out a resigned sigh, and told myself it was the last time, and I was going to fight it for the last time, as if that goddamn blanket was so valuable that it saved my life.

I continued to take a deep breath, took a deep breath, suppressed the trembling state of the overworked muscles, then lifted my foot suddenly, and stretched out my hand to grab the shoes on my feet. They were a pair of hard shoes that did not fit my size and had a slight slope. I saw that they were taken off. The toes of the shoes were covered in blood from grinding.This pair of rotten shoes, I secretly cursed.Without hesitation, I threw the shoes to the side of the road, and when my feet touched the ground, I habitually jumped. Then I used a crazy dive posture, exhausted the last strength in my body, and rushed out like a cannonball.

But he couldn’t make it out. Before he boarded the ship, I remember he would be stopped by the crew to check the ticket.Thanks to the experience of watching movies many times, I can remember such small details clearly. I still remember how the serious-faced flight attendant wearing a crew cap asked with distrust: "Have you checked?" ?"

Of course, of course, how could he have checked, but the damn crew let him aboard anyway.

Maybe I could wrap my arms around his waist before he got on the boat and yell at the inspectors, "This guy has an infection, don't let him on board."

Very well, Jack Dawson will absolutely kill me, push me into the water and let the Titanic run over me.Really creative way to die, don't you think?

I swear I've never run so fast in my life, and I keep running towards the Titanic.I don't even have to think about the direction Jack is running, I just need to run to the sunken ship and there is no problem. The ticket entrance for third class is much easier to find than for upper class.

At the last moment, I was among a crowd of people and saw Jack and his companion rushing up the iron ladder. They waved their tickets and shouted, "Hey, wait a minute."

When I tried to squeeze through a few people, they had already jumped into the door, and it was too late. Even if there was only one gangway between us, I couldn't get on the boat and pull him back.

Game over.

This game fell short.

My mind was blank for a moment, I stood blankly, silently watching the huge cruise ship in front of me start to start at any moment.Surrounded by people who waved their hands and took off their hats and shouted loudly.Maybe it's fate that I can't change anything.

"Wait, I'm a passenger." A middle-aged man with a suitcase waved a ticket in his hand and hurriedly pushed my shoulder away.He shouted anxiously, desperately trying to squeeze through the crowd and run up the white ladder.

His speed is probably the last to catch up, what a pity, he must not know that there is a [-]% chance of not getting off if he gets on.

I finally withdrew my eyes and turned around to see this passenger whose English was not standard, perhaps a Swedish or an Italian passenger, whose ticket would drop at any time because he was waving it.Then I made the most failed decision in my life. I suddenly reached out and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder hard, scaring him back.I raised my voice against the background noise and said hello, "Hi, you'll thank me."

As soon as the words fell, my right -hand fist had stretched out, and he poured him fiercely. In his tragic mourning sound, I grabbed the ticket in his hand with a flexible left hand.Then he took out the expensive silver watch chain from his pocket and threw it at him, then turned around and ran up the iron ladder.

The pocket watch on the chain I accidentally wrapped when I bumped into the man was expensive enough, I'm sure, to buy an upper-class Titanic ticket.

Bless me!I saved a passenger's life, got a pocket watch that didn't belong to me, and now I'm going to die, the unluckiest day of my life.

I jumped onto the gangway at the ticket gate, feeling the cold pain in my feet. Holding the ticket in my hand, I ordered ferociously to the dock worker standing in front of the iron ladder who was about to close the door: "Get out of the way."

And the ticket inspector who was standing in the boat and stretched out his hand to follow to pull the door shut already shouted, "Stop, ma'am, this is very dangerous."

He actually called me ma'am?The ticket inspector was very polite when I was running barefoot in my homeless man's battered coat and a pair of summer plaid capri pants.

The ladder was almost a meter away from the hatch, and below was the icy sea water.

I stepped to the front end of the most edge of the gangway, and I jumped up without stopping. Before the door was closed, I staggered into the boat, and the ticket inspector reached out and grabbed my arm to help me stabilize my body.

I raised the third-class ticket in my hand and said to him, "Thank you."

The ticket inspector hurriedly turned his head and closed the cabin door, he was afraid that another desperate passenger would fly over to die when the ship left the port.There was a crew member sitting next to the cabin door answering some questions for the passengers who had just boarded the ship. I was at a loss and wanted to go over, but the serious flight attendant who had just closed the door immediately turned around and asked, "Miss, have you passed the inspection?"

How much I want to tell him that I carry countless secondary infectious viruses, let him throw me back to Southampton harbor immediately, and let me fend for myself.Of course, in the next second I squeezed the passengers and ran to the corridor of the ship, so I can't control others.

After finally getting rid of that cheating ticket inspector, I didn't know where to go for a while, and Jack didn't know where to go anymore.I stuffed the ticket into my pocket, and followed the boiling passengers through the long and narrow channel to the wide teak deck.There are people everywhere, more than 1000 passengers, most of them gathered on the deck.Passengers in the third-class cabin were the most lively and crazy. They waved their hats, grabbed the white railings, lowered their heads and shouted to the sea of ​​people on the port. Excitement and hope appeared in their smiles at the same time.

I looked up and saw that the upper and second class passengers were also waving excitedly to those outside the ship.The sky cleared up completely, the rain and fog dispersed, and the workers on the dock quickly untied the thick cables and threw them into the sea.

Titanic's propellers rumbled and stirred the sediment on the seabed, and the turbid sea water churned out. Several tugboats were leading the departing Titanic to move forward.The siren sounded again, and the hydraulic force generated by the driving caused the rest of the docked cruise ships to shake continuously.

The wind ruffled my hair, and I walked over to the railing, clutching the railing with both hands, looking out at the port, everything was moving away.The Star-Spangled Banner fluttered on the rails, and the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor was waiting for its arrival.

Titanic, officially set sail.