[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

Here you can see people of all identities you can imagine walking side by side with you. If you want to see British aristocrats or American tycoons, you have to go to the D deck and look up. There are well-tailored people everywhere. man in business suit and woman in expensive fancy hat.

But whether it's a blacksmith in third class or a tycoon in first class, I don't think I could find a more embarrassed passenger than me.After Jack boarded the ship, he was submerged in the maze-like cabin corridor. Although I am familiar with the plot of the Titanic movie and even read some materials about the Titanic, I have no memory of more details.For example, I forgot Jack's cabin number, but I do remember the two other men who were in the same cabin as him, companions of the man who won his ticket.

It is impossible for me to knock on one cabin door after another, or I will die of exhaustion.In fact, there is still time to find Jack and convince him.

Tomorrow at noon the Titanic will dock in Queenstown, Ireland, the last passengers will board and I will disembark.Whether or not I can find Jack, or ultimately convince him, I will disembark and leave.

This adventure on the boat is just to fight for the male god when I was young, and I can tell the story of the bow to my grandson when I get old. Your grandma and I rushed into a sunken ship when we were young, just to save our former idol.

Of course that blanket was crucial, and the fact that it was Jack Dawson just made me work harder.

So I still have a day to buffer, I wandered in the third-class passage for half an hour, and finally found the room where the ticket is.The lights on the aisle emit pale light, illuminating the faces of all the passengers.I feel that I am like a ghost wandering in the depths of the ocean, and I am particularly out of place.

He didn't have any luggage, his thin ankles were dirty and blood-stained feet, the cuffs of his badly worn coat were rolled up twice, his trousers looked hollow because they didn't fit well, and his long hair was fluffy and messy.I was watched all the way forward. An English woman saw the pity on my face. She put a blanket on me and asked me, "Do you need help? My child."

I said blankly, "Thank you, can you disembark tomorrow?"

The woman smiled awkwardly and walked away.

No one cares about me, a lunatic, so I yelled to sink the ship here. It is estimated that the captain will throw me into the sea suffering from mad cow disease, so that I can understand what a shipwreck is.

I took out the ticket in my pocket again, and the bold letters "WHITE STARLINE (White Star Shipping)" were the most prominent on it.There are some rules for passengers written on it, as well as the cabin number.

I went into the room marked on the ticket, and there were three men in the room, and they were talking animatedly, in Swedish.Seeing me walking in with a blanket on my head, the conversation stopped abruptly, as if I didn't understand what I was doing here.Or maybe I look horrible without shoes, a woman in this day and age can't bear to show herself above the ankle, and my pants obviously can't completely cover my calves.I shouldn't have lost that hat, painted my face all over with coal, and put on a man's hat, the ghosts could tell I was a woman.

I saw one of the lower berths left in the cabin, which was very cramped.There are two layers of four single beds on each side, and the passage in the center is very crowded. There is a white marble washing pool on the ship wall in the center of the passage, and a heater is above the pool.

A male passenger was lying on the upper berth, with his body half-protruded and his head lowered, laughing, and his lower berth were two other passengers sitting and talking.When I walked to the empty lower berth, the two of them moved their feet out of the way in a tacit understanding and let me pass.

I climbed onto the bed, as if I could feel a slight trembling from under the quilt, the boat was sailing in the sea, and we were in the middle of the sea.I wiped my feet with a blanket, and the broken skin looked a bit oozing.I grabbed the clean corner of the blanket and wiped my face vigorously, and the blanket immediately turned black and gray.My face probably couldn't be wiped clean with a blanket, and the plaster stuck to it probably made a mess of my face.

Throwing away the blanket, I silently pulled out the quilt with the red label of the White Star Company and got in. The cabin was quiet, and everyone looked at me as if they were watching a pantomime.It seems that I have a talent for comedy, maybe I can play Chaplin next time I come to America.

Just sleep for an hour, then find Jack, find a way to get him to agree to disembark, and then wait to disembark at Cork, Ireland at noon tomorrow.

What a perfect plan, I immediately fell asleep with my eyes closed under the quilt, my body has reached its limit, and I can no longer run.

I had a dream. In a dark movie theater, the light in front of me cast a faint white mist on the seats.On the movie screen, the Titanic was driving forward in the icy blue sea. I was sitting alone in the movie theater. There was no one on the Titanic, only the empty deck and the huge hull.

Its lines are still so smooth and graceful, like a bird flying in the sea.On the distant horizon, the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor faintly appeared, but it was like a beautiful illusion. The hull began to disintegrate, the paint faded, the side boards shattered, and the portholes burst out.It began to sink, swallowed bit by bit by the icy blue water, and finally lay two and a half miles on the bottom of the sea, sleeping peacefully.

Empty, lonely and lost, buried in the dust of the seabed.

I tried to reach out and touch it, only to find that I came across a broken and rusted sea door. I pushed it open, and a pale band of light streamed from the door and cascaded down around me.The door is repairing itself at the speed of light, as if time is going backwards, year by year, 2012, 1997, 1985, 1912... The door has become brand new and perfect, and the carvings are like blooming branches and leaves.

When I walked in, it was a circular staircase, and under the huge curved stained glass dome was a bright and transparent ceiling crystal lamp.Everyone was clapping, smiling, and seemed to have been waiting for my arrival a long time ago.

I walked down the stairs, and at that moment I suddenly had the feeling of waiting a century away.

And in the next second, a loud horn sounded fiercely, and I woke up suddenly, my eyes stared upwards, and I couldn't remember what I had dreamed for a while.The orange-red light came in gently from the porthole, and I could almost hear the sound of the shattered sunlight, mixed with the smell of dampness, lingering at the tip of my nose.The sound of the stern engine came faintly from below, the third-class cabin was located at the stern, and below was the Titanic's propeller.

There was no one in the cabin, and when I came back to my senses, I immediately climbed out of bed, and the wounds on my feet felt fine pain, which made me curl up and rub the ground.I hopped around quickly, trying to ignore the annoying pain.

Out of the cabin, there are few passengers walking around in the aisle. I think it is impossible to find Jack here in a short time.When you're not the heroine, it's almost impossible to meet the hero once, even if you're on the same boat.

I came to the dining room of the third-class cabin and ate something. It looked like a starving ghost reincarnated.Several settlers stared at me dumbfounded. I really wanted them to put away the eyeballs that fell to the deck.

Night began to fall, the Titanic stopped on the sea, and on the far shore was the city of Cherbourg, France.This is the second stop of the Titanic, the docking time is [-]:[-] pm, and it is preparing to pick up the guests of the other two medium-sized cruise ships.

After sleeping for five or six hours, I actually took this life-like time to sleep soundly?Walking to the D-deck at the stern, where the temperature of the afterglow was still there, I looked wearily at the sea that was about to fall in the night, and planned to stay up all night.I'll try to find Jack in my third-class cabin this evening, and whatever the outcome, I'll be on time tomorrow morning to disembark as soon as he docks in Irish port.Tomorrow is the last time the Titanic docks safely, and a large number of Irish immigrants will follow on board.

On the long wooden seats on the promenade deck of the third-class cabin, several passengers sat and rested there.I took a deep breath and could almost feel the coldness in the air irritating my fragile skin.It was okay during the day, but when the temperature dropped at night, the clothes on my body had no function of keeping warm. The only function it could play was to prevent me from running naked.

The sea was terribly calm. I walked to the railing, put my hands on it and looked down at the water below.The deck railing is about ten meters high from the waterline, and there are hardly any ripples on the water surface. It seems that the place where the Titanic stopped is not in the water but on land.I saw a petite cruise ship docked next to this giant ship, and the orange lights on the ship gradually appeared.

Another one rushed to board the boat and died together. I rested my chin on the horizontal arm and watched all these things happen with a blank face.

Simulated again if I spread the news of the shipwreck, what would the result be?

First of all, passengers will give me a cold, battered bum coat, worth nothing, so my words will be worth nothing.

Secondly, the crew would come over to talk to me, and then detain me in the monitoring room of the prison under the captain's signal.There's a half chance I'll be thrown ashore tomorrow, the kind punishment I could have wished for.Of course, the other half chance is that no one will remember me, and occasionally when they think of me, they will think of the scene of handing me over to the police in New York Harbor.

Who knows, if I do make it to New York Harbor, there will be [-] spectators in Manhattan running to watch me.

No one will believe me, even if I'm not a tramp, but a decent noble lady... still no one will believe it.

I dug into my pocket, luckily the harmonica I had in my ragged pocket was still there.I won this from a down-and-out street performer. I said I could spin a hundred times without stopping, but he wouldn't believe it, so I won the harmonica from him.

He played so badly that I couldn't stand it so I snatched the poor instrument from him.

I tried to put the harmonica in my mouth and try to blow it a few times, and the harmonica made a harsh sound.Frowning critically, I shook the harmonica vigorously into the air, then slowly sat on the deck along the iron bars with my back on the railing, grabbed the harmonica with both hands, put it in my mouth, and played with my breath.

The staccato tone was shapeless at first, I slowly found the melody of the tone, closed my eyes, and my lips touched the instrument intimately.This harmonica is very old, it may be a product from Helai, Germany. Sometimes I stop to hum a few lines, and then start playing from the first line again.

I seemed to forget that I was in the boat, and returned to my stage, my body as flexible as notes on a stave, dancing to the heavenly voice of Celine Dion.The sea breeze was blowing from the railing behind me, and I listened to the melody of the harmonica fluttering overhead with the flag on the mast.

What would be more appropriate than playing the eternity of my heart on the Titanic, aftertaste of the singing of the Canadian female singer, I slowly compiled the melody of the eternity of my heart in the harmonica version.

If I can, I want to keep playing, with my back to the ocean, and let this huge cruise ship stop because of the sound of my harmonica, and stay in this quiet moment forever.

my heart Will Go On.