[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

On the white corridor of the first-class cabin, the appearance of Jack and I was really horrible, but because it was very late, it didn't scare other guests.We had to quickly find our way back to third class before being kicked out by the wait staff, and I found myself a bit overwhelmed.The two days of tossing around and hardly any real sleep have made my chest tight and my legs weak, and I even sweat profusely.

Jack saw that something was wrong with me, and he tilted his mouth down, looking uncomfortable where Carl hit him.He walked up to me, and put his hands on my back stiffly, worried that I would fall down, maybe the recent things were messed up for him, and the questions in his mind made his expression a little dazed.The two of us were walking, and suddenly felt something was wrong, and we turned our heads almost at the same time.

Scared by our synchronization rate, Ruth took a step back. She gave a very stiff smile, but the mess on her face made her look more like crying.Her voice quivered with surprise, "I'm sorry, really, I didn't know he was that bad, what he did was just... unimaginable."

I immediately shook my head and said hoarsely, "You should go back. He has done nothing but tie me up and jump around all the time." Compared to me almost kicking him, that guy Calhockley is still polite. He didn't move his mouth, and he didn't even swear at anyone.Basically, I think he met me more miserably. If he hadn't been forced to stay on the Titanic, I wouldn't have been so rude to him.

"It's cold outside." Jack looked at the long red dress on Ruth and reminded her worriedly.

"I'm fine." Ruth immediately gave him a friendly smile, "Thank you, thank you for saving me, Mr. Dawson."

"Jack, my name is Jack." Jack immediately corrected him, as if he was uncomfortable being called Mr. Dawson.

"Jack," Ruth corrected me graciously, and then said to us, "You're getting engaged, congratulations."

This sentence was really scary, and Jack and I shook our heads desperately, "I don't have that kind of relationship with him (her)." The emphatic voice was fast and loud, and the speed of clearing it up was like running for our lives.

Ruth was taken a step back by the weird synchronous reaction of our gods. She wiped her face with her hands in some embarrassment. Looking at her movements, she knew that the residual makeup washed by tears on her face was indecent.Jack has already stepped forward and explained to her seriously, "Emily is my friend, we were going to disembark, but something happened at noon. She was taken away, I have to stay to see what happened What happened. As a result..." In the end, Jack couldn't continue, because he suddenly discovered that the fiancé behind the result had tied up his friend and planned to imprison him.

Jack's voice inevitably lowered, he stared at Ruth, and said to her with some pity: "Has he always treated you like this?"

"No, he seems crazy. I've never seen him so desperate. It feels as terrible as his family going bankrupt." Ruth said without any hesitation.

"Don't do stupid things in the future, no matter how difficult life is, because we will always meet better things." Jack said to her generously, with an encouraging smile on his face

Ruth seemed to be touched by his words, and the fear that remained in her eyes after being frightened slowly melted away.She looked at Jack, looking at him so intently for the first time, "Thank you." This thank you was sincere.

Jack lifted his shoulders indifferently, "You're welcome."

I weakly spoiled the situation by the side, "You two, we will talk about marriage matters later, if we stand here again, I guess the waiters are going to chase people away." The three of us were stuck in the corridor, and Jack saw that we were in the lower class cabin. Well, although Ruth has the first-class logo on her clothes, hair and face, the problem is that the makeup and tears on her face are easily misunderstood.Not to mention me, with messy hair and loose pajamas, even if Carl's coat is draped over me, the bruises on my wrists can always be clearly exposed when I move a lot. We feel like we escaped from the disaster scene .

"Let's go down below. Although the third-class cabin is a bit crowded, I know some women who will be willing to take you for a few nights. We will be in New York soon, Emily." Jack turned to me and said to me. First Class's curiosity had long been exhausted in the conflict just now, and now he seemed desperate to get back on his own turf, especially since he also had to take care of women.

"Do you need help?" Ruth clasped her hands nervously, and she asked us kindly.

"No, you don't need it now. Listen, Ruth, you should go back to your room, take a shower, change your clothes, drink a cup of hot water, forget about the mess just now, and sleep well." I directly Walking in front of her and putting my hand on her arm, I could sense that her outward calm was just a depressing disguise, that she had just been terrified.Coming back from jumping into the sea, seeing her fiancé in a panic would be hard for any woman. "Don't bother with your fiancé, he's just a paper tiger. Third class is a bit of a mess for you, you shouldn't come with us."

The forced smile on Ruth's face slowly disappeared. She suddenly touched her forehead with her hand, and she pushed back the loose curls. She shook her head and said, "You're right, I know." I wanted to say something, but in the end I still didn't say it, I just took a few steps back and forced a smile.

Jack stared blankly at her, and it took a long time to agree with me, "Don't be frightened by the paper tiger, if he dares to be unreasonable to you again, you will beat him up."

Ruth was so excited by his words that she burst into laughter. She nodded and agreed sadly, "I will." Then she turned around and walked back, and looked back at us after a few steps. It seemed that there was a dragon's pool and a tiger's den in front of her. It was very difficult to walk.

Jack looked at her back expressionlessly, but there was obvious worry between his brows.Then he said to me suddenly, "That man is not a thing. What has he done? If I hadn't stayed on deck to get news, she might be overboard by now."

I leaned against the corridor and touched the back of my neck with my hands, my hands were covered with cold sweat.Taking a deep breath, I said to Jack: "Let's go down quickly, don't make any troubles." We will talk about love, life, and ideals tomorrow. It is already chaotic enough. If Ruth runs away with us again, I really don't have the energy to go. protect them.

"Hmm." Ruth hadn't reached the corner yet, although Jack responded but his body didn't move.

I also watched her back, and another person suddenly came out from the corner, with a blueprint under his arm and a notepad in his hand. He faced Ruth, and blurted out defenselessly, "Ruth? You What's wrong?"

It was Andrew. From the look of him, he seemed to be planning to go back to his room and continue working.I stood up straight and walked forward quickly. Jack called out to me in surprise, but I didn't hear it.Come directly to Ruth and say to him: "Hello, Mr. Andrew, I have something to say to you, are you free?"

"Emily?" Andrew saw me smiling happily at first, but the next second he saw me clearly, he licked his smile back. He looked at my embarrassed look in shock. "What happened, your face is very bad, and... your hands?" He looked sharply at my wrist, which was not fully exposed. The large bruises on it were scary, and he responded immediately and continued: "Do you want me to help you find Mike? He is the chief purser here, you can seek help from him... No, isn't your itinerary scheduled to disembark with your uncle when you arrive in Queenstown?"

"These are not important, please give me some time, I have something to tell you." The dead horse is like a living horse doctor, my head is like a paste, and I instinctively want to keep Andrew's footsteps.

"It seems very important, come with me." Andrew glanced at Jack, as if he felt that he was awkward here, but he politely did not question him.He clamped the blueprint under his arm and led us forward. During the process, we met the service staff of the upper class, and Andrew gave him a polite order.The designer then took us straight to his upper-class cabin, where he opened the door and invited us in.

I saw that the guest living room was completely different from Carl's first-class cabin. It is said that each room in the upper-class cabin has a different design style. In order to attract the wealthiest passengers of this era, White Star Company has worked hard on this.Andrew spread the blueprints on the table in the living room familiarly. Under the desk lamp, the blue blueprints delicately drew part of the hull of the Titanic.He put the notepad and the pen on the drawing, then pulled out the chair and said to me: "Emily, come and sit, and Ruth and..."

"Jack Dawson." Jack quickly reached out and shook hands with Andrew.

Andrew shook his hand in a friendly way and responded with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Dawson." Then he let go of Jack's hand and pulled out another chair, which was for Ruth.

I walked over, and the outer layer of the seat was covered with beautiful and messy patterns, and the seat cushion had a layer of fine fluff, which looked like snowballs under the light.Sit down listlessly, put your hands on the table, just in front of you is the big design drawing.

Andrew waited for Ruth to sit down before returning to the chair in front of me. He clasped his hands together and put them on the drawing, and said to me, "Do you need me to call a doctor for you? You looked very sad yesterday." , I thought you would disembark at noon."

If possible, I really want to get off the ship.I don't think there is anyone on this ship who is more eager to get off than I am.

I tried to cheer myself up and suppress the feeling of qi deficiency and chest tightness. Andrew saw my weakness, and he said softly: "I think you should have something to hide, but don't care about your body, you and your family, Emily."

family?This place, this world, I am alone now.

"What I'm going to say now will be unbelievable, but I hope you don't think of me as a psychopath. Even if you don't believe me, please listen to me first." I tried to recall what Carl said, those upper-level Conspiracy and interest entanglement.Then he raised his eyes and looked at Andrew, "This ship will sink, Mr. Andrew."

Then I saw his pupils shrink, and the strength of the intersecting fingers tightened suddenly.Of course, this was just a normal reaction to being frightened. He got out of the fright in half a second, and then frowned and said displeasedly, "Emily, you can't make jokes like this. If others hear you, you'll be in trouble."

If a staff member of the White Star Company or the shipyard heard such words, they would want to strangle me to death.

"The White Star Company is in serious financial trouble. You should know that they once held a meeting to disguise the wrecked Olympic as the Titanic and sink it in order to extort a large sum of insurance money to survive the bankruptcy crisis." I feel that the emotional intensity will make me more breathless, cold sweat, and I can feel the cold on my back.

"There is such a thing? It's unbelievable, it's impossible, there are more than 2000 passengers on this ship." Andrew couldn't imagine that such a cruel plan would be real. He shook his head quickly and refused my topic.

"You should have the conditions to find out clearly that the California has not yet returned. It is the pick-up ship after the iceberg. When the profit reaches [-]%, businessmen dare to do anything. They are committing crimes, Mr. Andrew." Put it on the drawing, and the top is just the boiler room in the bilge. "A lot of people will die, and the workers at the bottom will bear the brunt. They will automatically close the isolation hatch before they have time to escape."

"The ship ain't sinking, Emily, and no one's gonna die. And you're talking about the Olympic, but it's the Titanic, and no one can fool my eyes. I've seen the Titanic built, Even every nail in the cabin is very familiar to me." Andrew put his hands in the center of the hull, as if wrestling with each other, and the eyes of both of us were equally firm and unconvincing.He pointed to a place on the drawing with his finger, "This is the lounge. I plan to change it into an upper-class cabin. This is a Spartan-style third-class lounge. I plan to add an extra faucet. Trade Bureau The people who inspected the Titanic two thousand times, and I was present almost every time, there was no way I could have misidentified the [-] and [-]."

[-] is the Olympic, [-] is the Titanic, this is their number in the shipyard before they have a name.

"But this conspiracy has always existed. No one can deny that the White Star Company uses us all as insurance money and plans to drive the ship to hit the iceberg. Even if this is not the Olympic, can you guarantee that this conspiracy will stop? If they directly want to Let the Titanic hit an iceberg?" I stood up angrily, and pressed my hands heavily on the drawing, no matter what kind of ship it was, or whether there was a conspiracy or not, it would sink under the Atlantic Ocean in a few days.

Of course I can't say that I can damn prophecy, or that I came from time travel.In this way, everyone will see me as a lunatic, and I can only use the conspiracy that Karl said to fool people.He firmly insisted that this was a conspiracy from the upper echelon, which attracted Andrew's attention. He can do much more than me. He is the chief designer of the ship. If he wants to save the ship, he can immediately come up with a lot of things. There is a way.

"This kind of thing will not happen. This is a brand new ship. We have built the best work. White Star Company will not sacrifice it anyway." Andrew was also angry at me. The lady also stood up with an angry demeanor, and pressed the blueprint in the same posture as me.

We look at each other with reluctance, and we can all see our persistent and crazy selves in each other's eyes.

Ruth sat with Jack, looking at us dumbfounded.

"But you can't deny that there is a conspiracy. I am a passenger on this ship. I have the right to ask you to investigate and solve this kind of life-threatening hidden danger. Mr. Andrew, the White Star Company's plan to blackmail insurance money really existed, you can't Convince me to ignore this plan." Whether it's the Olympics or the Titanic, as long as the conspiracy ever meets, then I'm going to stick to it, for any reason, to slow the Titanic down, even if it's I also won by slowing down by 1 minute to give the boat time to avoid the iceberg.

I couldn't go to the captain, because he had no time for me.There's no way I'm going to find Ismay, he'll just kill me.Only Andrew, no matter who he is facing, he will stop his humble steps to listen to your needs.

Andrew looked at me incredulously, he might think my words were weird and incomprehensible.This made him tap his fingers on the table anxiously, frowning, and then he asked suspiciously: "Where did you get the news from? I wouldn't believe you in such a thing, Emily."

source.I touched my forehead with my hands in discomfort, my hands were covered with sweat, and when I looked at Andrew, my eyes turned black.The crystal chandelier in the room was so bright that I could feel the weight of nothingness. I found that I had overestimated my physical fitness, and this kind of overwhelming pain was just about to explode after running around for the past few months.Once you fall down, don't even think about getting up easily.

I said to him exhaustedly: "The news is true, you only need to check to find the trace." Even the fact that the California did not go back proved that Cal Hockley gave White Star a large amount of money in a short period of time, so They didn't clean up all traces of crime.

"No, you have to tell me, otherwise I won't be able to start fighting just because of your words." Andrew refused my news, the surprise on his face was obvious, reason and emotion were intertwined into fierce eyes struggling, and finally stopped at In me, it became a tough attitude of seeking proof.

I even got my boat tickets by beating someone up, so where can I find an authentic source to prove the authenticity of my words.And just like that guy Carl said, the White Star Company has gone through the financial crisis in a short period of time, so this time the Olympic plan to replace the Titanic has also been aborted. No one believes that the Titanic will sink, because no one will intentionally hit it. iceberg.But it still had an accident in the end, and the accident is the most unbelievable thing. I can only bite the conspiracy.

"Even if the White Star Company really planned such a terrible conspiracy, it is impossible for you to know, you are just a child, what is the relationship between your uncle and the White Star Company?" He intuitively thought that the news came from my fictional uncle, if he waited He came back to check the passenger list, then don't talk about uncle, even I don't exist.

I tried my best to turn my sluggish mind, and found that even the strength to stand had almost disappeared, and the table was still precariously supported by my hands.Then I vaguely heard myself say something, "Old... old lover."

I was confused for a while, and when I tried to wake up again, I realized that the scene was terribly quiet.Jack looked at me with a surprised but clear expression, while Ruth seemed to have heard some big secret, with an incredulous expression on her face.Andrew paused for a few seconds before speaking, "You mean, the message came from Mr. Cal Hockley?"

Cal... Hockley?

I had difficulty retracing what I had just said, feeling like I had missed something, and then I remembered it slowly.Karl and I are old... old lovers!

Unknowingly, he took advantage of him again, using it for nothing.I immediately rubbed my face, and nodded without hesitation, an old lover is an old lover, but looking at the eyes of Jack and Ruth, I guess jumping into the Atlantic Ocean will not be able to wash away the non-existent relationship with Carl.

"He told me." I swore that it wasn't a lie anyway, it was he who told me.

"Ismay and him are both on board. Although it's impolite to say so, if this conspiracy is true, then they won't be on board." Andrew especially understood the nature of those selfish businessmen, and he commented sincerely, "They are all businessmen and would not do anything to endanger their own lives."

It's not easy to be fooled, he sees too clearly, if the ship is going to hit the iceberg on purpose, then Ismay and Karl's characters who are afraid of death, if they are tied to the Titanic with ropes, they will climb off the ship again.I'm about to be defeated by the wise chief designer, can I just wait until the night of NO.14 and let the ship break, and then 500 people die in front of me?As far as I know, the team of guarantors led by Andrew was wiped out. They are all super elites of the shipyard.

I took another deep breath, trying to suppress the dizziness.

I really want to ignore everything, just lie down in the lifeboat, wait until the ship sinks, and then go to the distance to watch more than 1000 people howl and die in front of you.The great shipwreck romance can be performed as it wants, the nine hundred workers can be finished as they want, and the children and women in the third class can be sacrificed if they want to.

It's best to do it in a cold-blooded way, so that you can't die, how hard are you jumping on your head...

"Emily, I personally participated in the Titanic from the drawings, from the keel design to the steel plate model to its launch, for three full years. This is our hard work, and I love it." The seriousness on Andrew's face became Deeply tired, tenderness and cherish appeared in his eyes, then he opened his notebook, and gently slid his fingers through the dense records on the notebook. "We all love it, it's a good boat, I won't take your word for it, there's no way this kind of conspiracy could happen, don't make me mad at you."

So in the end when the ship sank, did you die with it?

I looked at the traces in the corners of Andrew's eyes, as well as the inconspicuous dark shadows of staying up late. I guess he has traveled all corners of the ship since he boarded the ship, just to find out the deficiencies and make the Titanic more perfect.

I was dying again, my fingers almost scratched the precious drawings, and said with a strong breath: "If you really love it so much, then don't underestimate any information from passengers, this is your responsibility, Mr. Andrew .”

"But this kind of news that is not true or false will destroy the Titanic. This is a huge scandal. I have the responsibility to stop the rumors from arising." Andrew shook his head again, his eyes were firm and he did not back down.

If people knew that the White Star Company had planned this kind of conspiracy, then the Titanic would be completely finished, even if it didn't sink, it would be about the same as sinking.

It's really aggrieved. I would rather not know anything and escape with everyone in the end, than struggle here with my mind full of future predictions.A kind of fiery anger rushed up from the bottom of my heart, I lowered my head heavily, the nails of my fingers were all whitened by force, and they were astonishingly pale on the blue drawing.

I slowly clenched my palms, and then thumped hard to the bottom of the drawing, the five cabins cut by icebergs, then raised my head and said to Andrew in a cold voice, "I'll let someone you believe tell you." After speaking, I pushed the chair away, and walked out staggeringly and quickly. When I opened the door, I just saw the waiter Andrew ordered pushing the dining car over. My eyes were so dark that I almost bumped into him.I could barely see that there was a glass of poured wine on it, and I immediately picked up the short-stemmed glass as if I saw a savior, brought the glass to my mouth, and drank it with my head raised.The rush of the spirit numbs from the tip of my tongue to my throat and finally to my stomach.

I was so hot that I was refreshed. I put the cup back to its original position, patted the waiter on the shoulder to thank him, and walked out quickly.I strode towards the way I came just now, faster and faster, and finally picked up my nightgown and ran in the corridor.I know that I don't have much time when I drink alcohol. Although alcohol can give me a momentary boost, my body will fall faster after the momentum passes.

When I finally stumbled to find the luxury suite on the B floor, I almost knocked my head on the white door, touched the doorknob with trembling fingers, and then leaned against the door with great effort. When the door opened, I almost moved forward. I fell like a dog and ate shit, stepped on a chair cushion, and just got on my feet and touched a broken vase.

It was hard for me to see the scene in front of me clearly. For a moment, I thought I went to the wrong room.The tables and chairs were overturned, and the decorative flowers were trampled to pieces. The whole room seemed to have just experienced a magnitude [-] earthquake or a super hurricane. I also saw Picasso's paintings being trampled into sections... Picasso's paintings.

Carl sat on the couch, bowed his head dejectedly, with a cigarette in his hand, and he was puffing like a broken puppet.

He looked like he had lost the most important thing.

I don't see Lovejoy, it's just me and him here.Without even looking up, Karl said angrily, "Get out of here." He was so irritable that he wanted to kill someone.

I pushed away an upturned chair and walked towards him step by step, stepping on the carpet almost silently.Carl didn't even look at it, "I said, get out..." Suddenly he fell silent and looked up to see me.

"Hi, Carl." Now this scene is actually a bit awkward, I shook my head, and felt that the lights above my head became a kind of scattered light, as if the stars in the whole sky were falling on my head.I tried hard to recall the purpose of coming here, and Carl asked in disbelief: "Are you back?"

"Well, I'm back." I instinctively followed his words, and then finally remembered what I wanted to say, and took a step forward, panicked.Dizzy, I looked down at my feet and saw that it was the Ocean Star.

"Hmph, do you regret it?" Carl came back to his senses. He took a deep breath on the cigarette, and then showed a sneer that was not successful.

I didn't have the strength to quarrel with him or listen to his victorious coquetry, so I sat down on the ground with limp legs and picked up the ocean star, the blue diamond pendant was shaking violently in front of my eyes. "Do me a favor, will you?"

Karl was habitually mean, and before anyone else could finish speaking, he started the mocking mode, "Didn't you want anything from me? Now I finally know that you can't get it anywhere else."

I was short of breath, which prevented me from speaking for a while.After Carl noticed my silence, he asked very quickly: "What's your business?" His attitude was completely different from the sarcasm just now, as if he was worried that I would go back on my word.Of course, after asking, he knew that he was too anxious, so he sat up straight and looked at me expressionlessly.

I raised Ocean Star high and said softly to him: "Go and expose the insurance plan of the Olympic, tell Thomas Andrew the conspiracy of the White Star Company, and let him slow down the ship on the day of No. 14." Even the captain I disagree. With Andrew's ability, he can also find a way to make some small problems with the steam engine or propeller blades.

"What?" Carl showed a strange expression, he couldn't understand my words at all.

"If you agree, then I will also agree to your request." I looked at Ocean Star in a trance, completely unable to concentrate, and the strength to hold on was rapidly losing.

"You promise?" Karl seemed to hear some magical words, he couldn't help but smile, three points twisted and seven points twitched, and he didn't know whether he was happy or unhappy.

"I'll give you whatever you want."

"Give...what?" His voice changed for a moment.

"I'll show you the dance." He generously cast the bait.

"Dancing..." The fish was about to come over to bite the hook in a daze,

"You can do whatever you want." Continue to sprinkle a lot of it.

"I want..." Imagining that beautiful scene so quickly, Carl Dayu felt that he was full.

"Are you going to agree or not?" I whispered patiently, with my hands resting on my forehead, my eyelids were so heavy that I almost couldn't open them, this feeling was very painful.

"Okay... do you think I'm a man at your mercy? You can leave if you want, and come back if you want?" Carl came to his senses, and he snorted coldly, laying his body back, crossing his legs and raising his chin, The virtue of a slave owner.

"Oh, forget it." I looked at him paralyzed and said without emotion.

The smile on the corner of Carl's mouth froze, and even the cigarette ash on his fingers fell down.

"Then I'm leaving." I stood up with difficulty, trying to turn around and go out, but within two steps, someone grabbed my sleeve.I didn't look back, just said blankly: "Let go."

"Why? Tell Andrew the plan? What are you going to do, Emily." Carl asked suspiciously, and the hand that grabbed my sleeve was even harder.

Save the Titanic from sinking this wreck.I say it and people think I'm crazy. "Are you going to agree or not?" My brain no longer has the energy to think of a more convincing lie, so I simply said one sentence.

"Just tell him alone?" Carl confirmed again, very worried that he was in a loss-making business.

I nodded, and replied with more breath and less breath, "Yes, he is alone." Andrew alone is enough, and his skills are stronger than the more than 2000 people on this boat.

"If I can do it, you will stay?" Carl reconfirmed suspiciously, "You won't lie to me again, will you?"

I turned around, and only saw his amber eyes glowing brightly under the light in a blur. If I hadn't known him for only two days, I would have thought this guy really fell in love with me.

Then I finally gave a reassuring smile, "No..."

It is everyone's responsibility to save the Titanic, and I cannot be left to toss about it alone. It is only one who can pull one into the water.

"Really?" Carl keenly sensed my hesitation.

Why is this guy so hard to fool, I looked at him for two seconds without changing my smile, and then my eyes went dark, and I fell directly into his arms.Carl hugged me and touched my face eagerly. He whispered, "Look at me, Emily, you can do whatever you want? Don't run around."

I could see nothing but his voice.

"It's good to come back, it's good for you to come back."