[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

The Titanic will not dock when it arrives in Queenstown, and the migrants will be taken to the big ship only by the shuttle boat, just like it was in Cherbourg last night. The difference is that most of the passengers picked up last night were first-class passengers. VIP guests, and the passengers picked up at noon are all steerage immigrants who plan to go to the United States to make a fortune.

When I sneaked off the lifeboat and climbed to the stern of the D deck, the sun had just risen from the sea level.More and more steerage passengers came to rest on the deck. Among them were poor women sewing clothes with needles and thread, and fathers with their children watching the sea by the railing.I put a dark turban on my head and around my shoulders.Then he sat on a long chair in the center of the deck, hid his bare feet under a long skirt, and covered his face with a scarf, leaving only his eyes exposed.

There was a dank, salty cold in the air, and I looked up at the American flag on the Titanic's flagpole, as if I could see the Statue of Liberty's torch right away.After getting off the boat, I will try my best to buy a boat ticket to the United States. The early [-]th century was the foundation era of modern dance, and I am eager to join this revolution that reformed the dance world.If I could, I would also like to visit Isabella Duncan or Sundenis and see their dances with my own eyes.

It must have been a feast of beauty.

I looked at the sunshine on the other side of the sea. A new day in this era had begun again. I looked up at the upper deck, which was empty, unlike the excitement of the third-class cabin. At this time, those so-called nobles and rich people might still be sleeping.I don't think Cal Hockley can find me, is he powerful enough to have his servants on the third-class deck, one by one, lift the women's scarves, just to find a thief?

I rubbed my stiff fingers, then hid my hands in my cuffs, and sat slouchingly bent over in a daze.Before I disembarked, I couldn't relax my mind at all. I thought it was an adventure that would never have any accidents. As a result, that unlucky Hockley chased me so that I was almost locked in the crew cabin and drowned. .I originally wanted to write a note and stick it in the captain's cab. It would be better to write it in blood. Your damn ship will sink in the early morning of No. 1912 in April 15. By the way, it hit an iceberg and sank.But when I came out in the morning, I saw that the crew had already posted the sailing speed on the bulletin board.

The speed of the Titanic yesterday was 621 kilometers. For the cruise liners of this era, this speed is useless, so that fellow Ismay will soon run to "advise" the millionaire who is about to retire honorably Captain, the ship can go faster, what, you said you received a note predicting shipwreck?It must be a hostile company coming to make trouble, the Titanic must speed up, speed up, and make all the headlines on this great Royal Line.

Writing such unreliable stuff is tantamount to writing for nothing, who would believe it?

After sitting for most of the day, I didn't feel that it was almost time until the whole ship was bathed in warm sunshine.Get up and go to the taffrail, look as far as you can see, hoping to see the marina in Queenstown.It may be that the time is not yet, I see only a vast ocean in the past.

There was a familiar argument behind him, and a man shouted angrily: "No, Jack, you can't get off the boat, that woman is just a liar, do you want to give up this rare opportunity? We're going to America together, that's your hometown .”

"Briggio, calm down, listen to me first." Then came Jack's voice, he tried his best to appease his hysterical friend, trying to calm down this guy with a drake voice.

"How calm do you want me to be? You persuaded me to go to the United States, but now you want to get off the ship, you coward." Brizio was furious, as if it was not his friend who got off the ship, but his girlfriend.

"I'm willing to bet, it's about a man's commitment." Jack replied leisurely, not thinking it was a sad thing at all.

"You didn't fall in love with her, what kind of promise is this?"

I looked back just in time to see Brizio grab Jack's shoulders, as if intending to use this gesture to forcefully shake Jack's stupid decision away.Shaking my head boredly, and then calmly ignoring the good engine oil that was arguing behind me, I continued to lean against the railing and look into the distance, muttering in my heart: "Queenstown, Queenstown..."

"Briggio, believe in yourself, you can survive in the United States on your own, your mother will be proud of you." Jack smiled and said to him, with an optimistic look.

"If you want to disembark, disembark, I don't care about you." Brizio yelled sadly, followed by the sound of rough footsteps stepping on the wooden deck and going away.

The world is quiet, and with Brizio like this, it is very difficult for me to lure him off the boat as I cannot protect myself.It seems that it is not so easy to be a savior, because you do not have the ability of a hero, so no one will believe you.If the priest on the ship came to persuade others to get off the ship, the effect would be much better than that of me, a third-class passenger. Christians are always easy to be fooled.

"Hi, Emily." Jack walked up to me, carrying a sack that probably contained all his belongings.The sea breeze blows his short golden hair back, and the blue eyes are full of sunny smiles.

I hastily stretched out my hand to grab the scarf on my face, trying to wrap myself more tightly, and turned my eyes around for fear that others would hear Jack's address.Although the old poodle or that unlucky ghost will not come to the third-class deck, but it is almost time to disembark, so it is always right to be careful.

"Yeah." I responded vaguely to him, making sure that there were no pursuers around before I felt relieved.

"I'm going to get off the boat, and we may not have a chance to meet again in the future." Jack put the sack at his feet, he opened it and took out his sketchbook and charcoal pencils, "Before I get off the boat, I hope I can draw a full-body portrait of you." , your body proportions are very good, close to perfect." He paused, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and he immediately corrected and said, "Don't mind, I didn't mean to offend you, I'm just addicted to painting, Not usually."

I don’t bother to explain to him that I will get off the boat together later, so I leaned directly on the railing, put my hands on the railing behind me generously, raised my chin and said in a muffled voice, “Draw, don’t pay a dime for each piece after you finish painting.” Just sell it, I'm not that cheap."

But it's just a full-body portrait, with my face covered, and I don't want to draw a nude photo. Anyway, I haven't seen Queenstown Harbor yet, so I'm just practicing dancing.

"That's not okay, I will keep it in my collection, and it will be worth a lot of money when I become famous." Jack said jokingly, he happily turned over a new page, and then slowly backed away, the smile on his expression gradually Disappeared, a professional seriousness returned to him.

I was indifferent, tilted my head to one side, and looked into the distance seriously, planning to run down the first time I saw Queenstown, reach the third-class gangway door, and get on the feeder as soon as they opened back to shore.

Jack finally chose to squat on the deck not far from the railing. He looked down at the sketchbook, and began to draw outlines on it with a charcoal pencil in one hand.I leaned against the railing without any trembling from head to toe. The sea breeze brushed out my long golden hair wrapped in a headscarf. I blinked easily. In the distance, the skyline of Queenstown was immersed in a layer. In the white mist, it was as hazy as a mirage.

The tense mood is relieved at once, and you will feel that you are in anxiety and mania all the time when you stay on a sinking ship. This feeling is not good at all.

I let go of my hands on the railing and the boat slowed down, the engine revving up for a stop.Before it really stopped, I had already jumped in front of Jack. Jack, who was concentrating on drawing, was taken aback. He quickly said, "Wait a minute, I haven't finished drawing, Emily."

"Wait to draw after getting off the boat, get off the boat quickly." I helped him lift the sack, grabbed his sleeve in a hurry and rushed into the cabin. The shuttle boat has already set off in Queenstown, and it will be close to stopping the engine soon. Titanic.

"Hey, the boat won't sink. You seem to be running for your life." Jack was dragged away by me with a confused face, and soon we ran into the boat and ran straight to the direction of the gangway door.

I slowed down a bit, turned my head and said to him seriously: "I said this ship will sink, believe it or not."

Jack saw me being so serious, he put away his relaxed smile, and was silent for a while, then he raised his right hand and waved it cutely, and shook his head cautiously. "I don't believe it, it's the Titanic."

Even the leading man doesn't believe it, how can you expect any of the staff on this ship to believe this kind of curse-like nonsense?I grabbed him fiercely, "Believe it or not, get off the boat immediately."

"God, you are simply the jailer of the dock porters. I'll go by myself, let me do it myself." He quickly withdrew his hand, snatched the sack from my hand, hugged it in his arms, and then looked amused She nodded to me with a smile and said: "Since you think the ship will sink, then you will definitely get off the ship, ladies first."

I turned around and left empty-handed, not having time to chat with him about the family affairs.Jack immediately followed, and he asked curiously: "Do you have a phobia of cruise ships? Some people always think that any vehicle he takes will have accidents."

While I don't think accidents happen to any form of transportation I'm on, I've been in a plane crash once and don't want to experience another cruise ship crash in my lifetime.I replied perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, any vehicle that runs on the ground, swims in the water, or flies in the sky will give me a headache."

We ran to the gangway door, and a crew member was looking down with a pocket watch in his hand. I recognized him as the ticket inspector who picked up passengers at Southampton port yesterday.He looked at the two of us strangely, and asked dutifully, "Are you here to pick up your relatives?" This is where passengers board the ship.

"No, let's get off the boat." Jack walked over naturally, stretched out his hand and introduced himself to him, "Jack Dawson."

The ticket inspector shook his hand and responded casually, "Moody."

"I hope we don't have to line up later." Jack made the request very familiarly, as if he would not feel restrained when facing anyone.

"It's not yet [-]:[-], please wait a moment." After Moody finished speaking, he came to the cabin door and chatted with the ship doctor who was sitting on the side and was recording something in a low voice. The ship doctor was in charge of immigration inspection. .

Jack and I had to stand aside, waiting for the door to open.The faster time passed, the more relaxed I felt, until suddenly Jack asked me in a low voice, "Do you know that man? He seems to be watching us all the time."

What man?I followed his gaze off guard and for a moment I almost ran away, it was Lovejoy.He didn't seem to recognize me right away, but was standing on the other side of the aisle with a piece of paper in his hand. He glanced at the paper in his hand, and then observed Jack with a particularly sinister expression.

I calmly pulled the scarf harder, wrapped my whole face tightly, and then took a few steps back, hiding myself behind Jack.Jack looked puzzled, and he also noticed that the old poodle was looking at him.

That kind of observation is as uncomfortable as a policeman observing a thief who has not yet stolen.

Lovejoy, who didn't seem to see anything useful, approached slowly, Jack watching him warily.Soon, Lovejoy walked up to Jack, and he glanced at Jack, as if he was sure of something before walking over expressionlessly.I lowered my head and waited for him to walk by.

Finally, the old poodle turned around and walked past us.

I breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he didn't recognize me, and I didn't want to try to avoid him before disembarking.If I missed the disembarkation time, the next stop of the Titanic would be to hit an iceberg. I don't want to swim in the sea at minus two or three degrees.

"He's looking at me in a weird way," said Jack sullenly, who seemed to dislike the translucent stare of the old poodle.

"Maybe he is presbyopic, so everyone looks like this." I tapped the deck with my feet nervously, looked at the cabin door that had not been opened, and estimated the time in my heart, and the shuttle boat would arrive outside at 12:30.Moody, the ticket inspector, checked the watch in his hand again. He walked to the cabin door and put his hand on it to open it.I involuntarily took a step forward, wanting to go to him and be the first to go out, a cold hand suddenly grabbed me, and a hoarse old voice came from beside me, "Miss Emily, unfortunately we meet again , Mr Hockley does not wish you to disembark."

I looked up and saw the drooping corners of Lovejoy's mouth, frowning and looking at me grimly.Moody had already opened the door, and outside there was a feeder boat waiting to take the gangway to disembark the passengers.

"Let go." I tried hard to shake off Lovejoy's hand, but the strength of the other's hand was frighteningly strong, and I was gasping for breath as soon as I struggled.

"I don't think that's the right thing for a lady who is used to stealing. You're under arrest, miss." Lovejoy dragged me forward, trying to drag me away from the entrance hatch.

"Let me go." I snapped his fingers, and the boat that came ashore was right behind me. If Lovejoy dragged him away, I would almost never get off the boat again.

"Wait, what are you doing, let her go." Jack rushed over and stopped Lovejoy.

"So you still have accomplices. It seems that the chief inspector will be very happy to catch another rat inhabiting the boat." The old poodle moved his wrinkled mouth and pushed Jack away. "But you'd better go with me now, miss. As for this kid, I can leave it alone."

I'm going crazy, for a broken watch, why should I pursue it so hard?I have never seen such a man who is so stingy, he even gave away a heart of the ocean, and the insurer wrote his father's name on it.

That guy deserves to wear a cuckold, curse him for wearing a cuckold for 1 years.

When Lovejoy was prepared, I couldn't break free from his tweezer-like hands. I winked at Jack and said to him, "Get off the boat first, Jack."

First next is one.

Jack looked at me inexplicably, and he said with a puzzled face: "Are you in big trouble? Emily."

"Leave me alone, you get off the boat." I won't care about him when I run later. If I accidentally stay on the boat, there is no certain probability that I will die in the end, but if Jack really doesn't get off the boat, his result will be There is no turning point.

"Impossible, ladies first. Please let her go." Jack stopped the old poodle's way without hesitation, and stretched out his hand to separate us.The old poodle quickly punched Jack in the stomach, and Jack avoided it flexibly, with a dangerous expression on his face.

Moody looked back and saw our situation, he said in a low voice: "What happened, noise is prohibited here."

The old poodle looked at the ticket inspector expressionlessly, and he always spoke in a calm and anxious rhythm, "I don't think this matter is within your scope of responsibility, Mr. Sixth Deputy."

The moment he looked away, I suddenly lowered my head and bit his arm fiercely with my mouth. Lovejoy didn't check for a while, and let go with a cry of pain.I turned around and ran towards the cabin door, but the ticket inspector felt that something was wrong, so he stood in front of the cabin door to stop me and said, "Stop, what happened?"

When I explain it clearly to you, I guess I'm already in jail for an interrogation meeting.

The old poodle quickly chased after me, intending to grab me again. Jack, who hadn't figured out the situation, also ran up, messing up like a disaster scene.

As soon as I was short, I ran under the arm of the old poodle. I didn't have time to push the sixth mate and ran on board. When I passed by Jack, I almost shouted to him: "You go first. Get me off the boat, Jack."

Jack looked at me running over suspiciously, and he muttered strangely, "What?"

Then he let go of his feet, exhausted all the strength in his body, and sprinted towards the road he just came from.I swore off the boat that I was going to run an Olympic sprint and I was definitely the record-breaking champion.Out of the aisle again, I jumped down from the stairs step by step, the D-floor leisure deck appeared in front of my eyes, and someone seemed to call me behind me, how could I have time to care about such trivial matters.

To me it doesn't matter what the thief Cal Hockley or the old poodle is, other than disembarkation.Someone was chasing after me desperately, and seemed to have caught my turban. The old poodle can run so fast at such an advanced age. I really admire his dedication to never retiring.

I generously ran and reached out to uncover the turban, threw it back, and I will give it to you if you want it.The messy curly hair was all flying, I rushed to the railing of the aft deck, grabbed the railing head and lowered down, and saw the immigrants on the feeder boat began to be inspected and waited to board the ship, and there were still a lot of cargo mail on the feeder ship , looks very crowded.In the distance is the Queenstown Pier, and I can clearly see the scenery on the shore.

The waterline of the Titanic reaches a height of 20 meters on the D deck. I may have a concussion if I don’t dive well. I don’t have time to calculate the height here. As soon as the skirt is lifted up, the whole person will step out and plan to jump directly into the sea and connect to the barge No need, I'll just swim ashore by myself.

I just want to disembark early, why do so many bad things happen.

"what are you doing?"

An unbelievable loud question came from behind.

Jump into the sea.

I grabbed the railing without even shaking it, and successfully stretched one foot outside. Now I am not focused, and if the posture of jumping into the sea is not correct, it will be suicide.My speed was as fast as possible. The moment I let go of my hands, I took a deep breath and held my breath to prepare for entering the water.Before I jumped, a pair of strong arms behind me hugged my waist, almost dragging me down from the railing.

I couldn't react for a while, and was hugged tightly by the man behind me a little dazedly. A familiar scent of perfume lingered in my nose. I heard the man who hugged me approached a panicked voice, "You want to jump into the sea, plan to jump into the sea?" Suicide?"

I managed to turn around, brushing something at the corner of my mouth, and I saw a close-up of Carl, his breathing ragged and his amber eyes bloodshot horribly.His hand was very strong, like a hard cage locked me in his arms.

I was almost strangled to death by him, so I slapped his arm vigorously and said angrily, "Let me go, I want to go down."

He worked harder, his muscles were trembling, and his anger made him look particularly aggressive. He yelled at the old poodle who rushed up, "Call that doctor over, just say there is a patient."

Lovejoy immediately ran back, and I felt something was wrong, and I wanted to get out of Carl's grip even more desperately.Several deck crew members had already run over. Seeing that Karl and I were almost rolled into a ball, they didn't know what to do for a while.Lovejoy led a doctor quickly to our side, and the doctor held a syringe in his hand and stabbed my hand.

It was not a fun thing at first glance, I quickly raised my hand to avoid the needle, but Karl grabbed my hand, allowing the needle to smoothly penetrate into my blood vessel.

As if seeing my panic and uneasiness, the man who hugged me suddenly whispered, "The boat won't sink."

Do you think that you are an iceberg, and it will automatically avoid it if you say it is not sinking?

I suddenly felt short of breath, dizzy, and Carl's voice became a distorted tinnitus.He said to those crew members: "She was mentally unstable and was going to commit suicide just now."

I would be suicidal if I stayed on board.

I reached out and patted Carl on the shoulder with great effort. He frowned and lowered his head. I angrily punched his damned face with the last of my strength.

If I go to you, it won't sink.

Then it went dark, and I was pulled into the depths of the deepest seabed and completely lost consciousness.