[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

It is said that men in this era generally have a strong gentleman spirit, such as protecting women and children, being elegant, humble and fair... These are absolutely impossible for Cal Hockley to possess.

He even directly tied me to the bed with a rope, which was still his bed.There are only two bedrooms in this suite, one belongs to Ruth Bucket, and the rest of the bedroom belongs to this unlucky ghost who has just tied me up and has no gentlemanly demeanor.With a look of exhaustion and loss of image, he stretched out his hand and dragged the bedside chair away, sat down on his buttocks, and then smoothed back the messy hair on his head with his hands full of irritability.

Lovejoy stood at the door with his hands behind his back, his small watchful eyes would occasionally slant towards us lightly.

I don't want to describe my current posture at all. My hands are tied to the railing at the head of the bed. No matter how soft my bones are, it is difficult for me to raise my neck and bite the knot.

Carl was sitting on a chair with his hands resting on his forehead. The clothes on his body had not been returned in time, and a large piece of his shirt was torn, revealing a healthy-colored chest.He secretly glanced at me with a particularly weird look, and when I looked back, he looked away again, and licked his lips nervously, and finally licked the wound at the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help frowning in pain.

I secretly tugged on the rope on my wrist, the old poodle did not know where to get it, it was really strong enough.I glanced at the old poodle at the door and found that he was looking outside very faithfully, as if he was worried that someone would come over.

I took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the irritable feeling that I just lost the fight, and then asked in a flat tone: "It's almost seven o'clock, at night, April NO.11?"

Carl stretched out his hand to grab his tattered clothes. He looked very unaccustomed to his disheveled clothes, and the corners of his mouth were pursed down even more forcefully, with an unlucky debtor's face on his face.When he heard my question, he didn't answer, but just stretched out his hand to show the old poodle. Lovejoy at the door immediately took out the watch in his pocket, opened it, and reported the count in a serious manner. "45:1912 p.m., today is April NO.11, [-]." After his report, he naturally took out a pack of cigarettes, came to Karl, took out one and handed it to him, and gave him a matchbox.

Carl took the cigarette, lit it himself and held it between his fingers.Seeing that his task was completed, the old poodle immediately returned to the door, looked out gloomily, and stood guard with the spirit of a dragon guarding treasure.

"It has been more than four hours since the Titanic left Queenstown. Now we are in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Even if you run out now, there is no way to leave here." Carl took a puff of cigarette to relieve the inexplicable tension, and then passed The rising smoke looked at me with a vague expression on its face.

For more than four hours, with the sailing speed of this giant ship more than 20 knots, even if I jump into the sea now, I will only drown.Suddenly, a certain force supporting the body collapsed instantly, and the hands that were secretly exerting force also fell weakly.I stared blankly at the headlight that had just been turned on above my head, well, I accidentally included myself in this adventure.How many third-class passengers died?I remember that more than half of the female passengers died.It was even worse for men, and even 500 of the 100 people who survived could not make up.

Otherwise, I'd better go to the kitchen and put a fruit knife around Ismay's neck and let him order the boat to stop.The feeling of 500 people dying in front of you is like the end of the world.

"I heard, do you think the Titanic will sink?" Carl calmed down. He looked at me expressionlessly, losing that irritable and twisted sense, and his particularly cold capitalist temperament would be exposed.

I looked at him speechlessly. He crossed his legs, leaned against the back of the chair, put his hand on the armrest, and held a cigarette between his fingers carelessly.If you ignore his messy clothes and hair, he looks like a dog in his special sitting posture, and there is a personal servant in uniform standing beside him, and the picture of the prodigal son of the upper class will come out.

"The Titanic will sink?" He curled his mouth in disdain, showing a very ironic smile, "How do you know such ridiculous news?"

After 100 years, everyone knows.

Bored, I raised my eyes and tried hard to look at the rope tied together on the bed rail, and didn't bother to pay attention to this idiot who killed me.If it weren't for the situation, I really wish I could tie him up with a rope and beat him severely.

"It's impossible to sink, you know?" Carl didn't need my answer at all, and boasted triumphantly on the side, "I've seen its blueprints, its design, and it's the most advanced in the world. The means of transportation is also the safest. No one believes that it will sink. Even if it does sink, it cannot be its maiden voyage."

Yes, yes, so even if I say it will crash into an iceberg, you can still slap me in the face with [-] reasons.I finally found out that the material on the railing is brass.

"You shouldn't know it's going to 'sink', don't you think you're on the Olympic?" Carl suddenly stopped that mocking smile that made him want to flatter him, and his tone changed sharply, becoming very serious and vicious.He leaned forward and approached me easily, so close that I could see the scratch marks on his chest and smell the strong smell of smoke on his body.

It was the first time I saw this kind of expression on his face. He was more self-satisfied and arrogant, but now he couldn't find the slightest sense of thoughtless intimacy on his face.He looked at me gloomyly, his amber pupils seemed to be hiding a lot of gloomy tricks, the cigarette on his finger was slowly burning out, and the ash paused on the cigarette butt before falling to the carpet beside the bed.

What about the Olympic?I suddenly had a bad feeling, did he misunderstand something?

"Who are you?" Carl asked suddenly, which was a kind of orderly interrogation.

"Emily." I didn't bother to stare at him, and answered directly. Anyway, I don't have any sense of identity with this basically unused English name, so I introduced myself without distress.

"Full name." My uncooperative attitude obviously angered this second-generation nouveau riche who wanted everything from wind to rain. Karl didn't even sit on a chair, and leaned directly on the head of the bed, trying to oppress him with his tall figure. with me.

"Emily." I calmly continued to fool him with the same answer.

"Your surname." He bit the cigarette, but found that the cigarette had been burnt out, so he threw the cigarette butt to the side, and his action was comparable to that of a street gangster.The maid who cleaned his room would be a struggle, so he had nowhere else to throw his cigarette butts?

"No, orphan." This answer choked him to death, how could an orphan know what his parents' last names were.

"Orphan?" He unnaturally showed that superior mocking smile again, then bit his lower lip reluctantly, and asked in a low voice, "What did you do for a living before?"

before?how long ago?When I danced before time travel, I made a living by dancing.Later, when he broke his leg, he lived on bank interest.The plane crashes and landed on the streets of the UK basically rely on part-time labor, betting and performing arts, or begging for bread with some well-meaning women.

Come to think of it, my life has been amazing these past few months.The life of the people at the bottom of Britain is so rich that a hundred great books can be written.

Maybe it was because I thought about it for too long, and Carl helped me complete the answer before answering.He immediately said: "You are not allowed to steal anything in the future, there will be no good end for the thief."

I didn't steal that watch, I hung it up myself.

"You are very flexible. Could it be that you overheard the news when you went to the shipyard in Belfast to steal materials." He whispered strangely, touching the gemstone ring on his little finger habitually, and then Self-refutation, "It is impossible for such critical information to flow out."

what's the message?

Maybe it was because my eyes were too obvious, but Carl finally noticed me, and his face became serious. "Where did you get the news that the Titanic would sink?"

I finally felt that there was something wrong with him. He was very concerned about the sentence that the Titanic would sink.But I don't understand what he cares about, doesn't he think this is an unsinkable dream boat?

"Do you think the Titanic will sink?" I thought about it and thought that only if the news was true would he be able to repeat it like this.But after he finished speaking and thought about it, he felt that it was impossible. If he thought the ship would sink, would he be planning to commit suicide if he took his family and his family on the Titanic?

I remember this guy in the movie, but he is a murderous person who can kick those survivors off the lifeboat in order to survive.

"It will sink, hehe..." He sneered a few times, then suddenly pulled his face down again, and said in a suppressed voice, "You are right, the Titanic should have sunk. Ismay and the upper management of the White Star Company once drove this The meeting, because the Olympic ship had a serious collision during the trial voyage, the White Star Company was unable to make ends meet, and had to rely on the newly built cruise ship to recover the funds. But this disaster made them worse, and the insurance company refused to pay the claim, and soon Yes, Ismay is very likely to go bankrupt and become a pauper."

The word pauper, he said it really mean and disdainful.

But why did we talk about business, I looked at him inexplicably.

This guy finally didn't look so unlucky when he talked about these things. He was serious and confident, even with a little self-conscious smugness. It seemed that he had been in the business circle for a long time, and he seemed very comfortable and relaxed.

"He must make his ship profitable very quickly, but the Titanic just set sail can't make enough money to survive the crisis, and even the tickets for the Titanic are not really sold out, even if it is The most luxurious ship in the world can't save the White Star Company." Carl stood up while talking, walked to the table, picked up the wine bottle in the ice bucket, and poured himself a glass of wine.He shook the goblet familiarly, then lowered his head to smell it, then raised the glass, looked at the wine inside and continued to talk.

"So he plans to implement a very bold idea, which is to let the Titanic hit an iceberg after sailing for a few days, so that this dreamy unsinkable ship will be completely finished."

Speaking of this, Carl suddenly paused, and then he showed an excited smile, "I like this attention, you must have the courage to do business." After finishing speaking, he raised his glass and touched the air as if celebrating something, Another gulp.

"He deliberately wanted to hit the iceberg?" What did I hear?A psychopathic incident with a lunatic antisocial?Even if it goes bankrupt, there is no need to deliberately drag more than 2000 people to death.

"Yes, as long as the ship is sunk, a large sum of money can be blackmailed from the insurance company. And this genius idea was first proposed by the real boss of White Star Line, as long as the damaged Olympic is replaced by With the Titanic on its maiden voyage, then they can use the unrepaired Olympic to drive to the iceberg and make this plan work."

Fuck me, what a bad plan this is.

Turn the Titanic into a crashed Olympic, and then let passengers who bought tickets for the Titanic sit on the Olympic, and be driven to hit an iceberg to claim insurance money?

Everyone in Baixing Company was hit by an iceberg and their brains were cracked. Where did their IQ go?

Also, if this is the Olympic ship, then how could this cowardly person in front of him get on board and remain so calm.Did I blame him wrongly? He is actually not afraid of death at all, and he is very brave.

"For this plan, the White Star Company also dispatched the California ship to follow it all the way. When the ship sinks, it will come in handy to pick up all the passengers."

Carl was leaning against the table, facing me lying on the boat, holding an empty wine glass, with short black hair stuck to his forehead, and a pleasant smile on his face.It seems that someone is planning to hit an iceberg with a boat, and extorting insurance money is a cause for celebration.

I suddenly saw a group of horrific cannibalistic capitalists who can use any means to squash human life in their hands for money. They have no mercy, just like Taiwan's money printing machine that uses other people's flesh and blood as its power source. ugly.

And Cal Hockley, when talking about this kind of plan, still holds champagne and looks familiar.

What a crazy world, more grotesque and unreasonable than when I was immersed in the artistic creation of dance.

I said softly: "It didn't pick up anyone, it didn't pick up...any passenger." Slowly, my voice faded, and this ship will die a lot of people, so many people can't believe it.

"You're right." Carl happily threw the wine bottle back into the ice bucket and said with an unchanged smile, "The California will not receive any passengers because this is the Titanic, not the Olympic. This bold plan In the end, it still had a miscarriage, originally it had to be implemented, but I gave the White Star Company a large sum of money, enough to allow them to survive this crisis."

I don't know what expression to put on. The guy in front of me is so proud of himself. He looks like a vain ghost who just made a big deal and is eager to share it with others and to be admired.

"My money saved White Star Company, and now I hold a large amount of shares in White Star. I see the potential of this company. As long as the Titanic sails smoothly, White Star will continue to be brilliant with the determination of the company's upper management. , and the stock in my hand can become another successful business for me.”

Carl walked to the bed again, he touched his lower lip with his fingers in a hurry, his smile disappeared, and then he put his hands in his pockets uncomfortably.He seemed to be very unconfident about what he was going to say next, and he was completely different from just now.

The difference between a business black-hearted elite and a shy primary school student facing the teacher.

"So, the ship won't sink. It's the real Titanic, and Ismay is on board, and he's not going to order the captain to hit the iceberg. I've given a lot of money, so they won't change the Titanic for the Olympic No, you can look around, this place is very new, only we have slept in this bed, you don’t have to be afraid.”

I really want to be as proud as he is, and agree with him with a smile. The ship has not been exchanged, so it will not sink, but...

Karl bent over, his thick eyelashes clearly appeared in my line of sight, and the light color in his pupils became thicker, as deep as a valley full of morning sunlight.He said in a low voice: "You haven't registered on the ship, remember not to tell anyone about the danger of the ship sinking in the future, because Bai Xing will not allow this kind of plan to leak out, if they know that you already know , I will try my best to keep your mouth shut. An orphan without any identification, no one will know if he disappears."

I looked at him silently, and the tips of my bound fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Now this Karl looks terribly gentle.

He slowly reached out, touched my cheek soothingly, and repeated the same sentence, "This is the Titanic, and I will make it unsinkable, so you don't have to be afraid, Emily."

I finally couldn't help showing a bitter expression, but this damn ship, it really sank in the end.

It hit an iceberg and sank.