[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

How long is the time from hitting the iceberg to sinking, I don't intend to think about why the ship will follow the cruel trajectory of fate and hit the god of death at the same time.There is no time to worry about the failure of the boat not slowing down after I thumped to the point of exhaustion.

If nothing changes, there are still two more hours.I turned around and saw Judy rushing over with her dress in her hands. She seemed to be frightened by my actions, and looked at me inexplicably, trying to know what I needed.

I don't know why I can remain so calm. It may be that the facts have already been created, but the courage to survive makes me realize that anger is useless.

Without any hesitation, she reached out and pressed Judy's shoulder, this action was so abrupt and forceful.

Judy was obviously frightened by my eyes, she was still trembling and asked: "Do you need some wine, miss."

"Listen, go back to your room immediately, put on your warmest clothes, and then go to the upper deck of the lifeboat and wait immediately." As long as it is a woman, there is a great chance of survival on the deck of the lifeboat.Whether she's a maid or a first-class lady.

"What did you say?" Judy ignored her employer's orders, with a look of shock of "you're crazy".

"This is an order. You must go and inform everyone in this room, including people you know, to go to the upper deck. As long as I don't let you come back, none of you are allowed to come back." I couldn't help but bow to her Drink, if it weren't for my throat, my tone of voice might be even rougher.

"It's unreasonable." Judy turned pale with fright at my cruel appearance, but she still insisted not to listen to me.

Because I'm just a woman of unknown origin, not Ruth, who has a right not to listen to me.

The sea breeze on the deck is terribly cold now, and it is torture to let people stay there.

I am impatient to reason with her, and there is no reason for this kind of thing.I grabbed her shoulders tightly, changed the muscle lines on my face, and directly imitated that guy Carl's expression when he was furious. When he was angry, the expression on his face was much more terrifying than that of a monster.

"Roll me to the upper deck, everyone, it won't do you any good to piss me off." I imitated so much that my face almost cramped, and it was hard to imagine how Carl could keep that expression at every turn.

Judy obviously didn't expect me to be so rude. She took a few steps back, gave me a hesitant look, and then quickly turned and ran to the room.

I followed her footsteps and entered the living room. A few minutes had passed, and the huge oil tanker stopped moving forward in inertia, and it became quiet.The lamps overhead did not tremble, nor did the vases on the table attempt to move.

This feeling is too quiet, so quiet that people can feel the atmosphere of the cemetery.

Judy was shocked by my driving, she had no idea what I was going crazy.I watched her run out of the room, her ticket was third class even though they were served by second class bellboys.

I tried my best to keep my frozen mind active. In the extremely cold Atlantic Ocean, I needed something to last a long time.I really regret that I didn't watch more extreme survival programs in my previous life. The only thing I know is that if I fall into the current ice water of the Atlantic Ocean, ordinary people, especially women, will not be able to survive even 5 minutes.

No amount of perseverance to survive can bear the consequences of blood vessels being frozen and cracked by low temperature. I don't want to repeat my pain on the first day I came here.Running into Ruth's room, I started rummaging through the boxes to find some clothes that would keep out the cold and allow me to move freely.I don't want to wear a high-waisted dress and have to lift it every time I run.

There were more than a dozen boxes of her clothes, and I finally kicked the closet hard, and it was full of skirts and skirts.Will women in this era die without skirts?

I reached for my long hair anxiously. Maybe Ruth forgot to bring her riding clothes back to the United States.I surveyed the room and saw a Monet water lily sitting on a chair by the bed.Many of the paintings she bought had been destroyed by Carl's rage, and these might be the few that survived.

And I regret the outcome of the fact that these works would follow the ship and be buried two miles under the Atlantic Ocean.

Running from Ruth's room, I went straight to Carl's room.Without convenient women's clothing, I had to wear men's clothing.It's very easy to find what you need, he has a lot of blazers, coats, striped and plain white shirts, and a new tuxedo.I began to pull off the lady's skirt on my body, and hopped on one foot to put on the pants.

In fact, I feel that I can get away with it even if I stay honestly in the first class and wait for the waiter to come.But I know very well that now Jack is still in the hands of the chief inspector, and Ruth has not returned to the first-class cabin according to the plot, and even Karl is not aware that the ship has begun to flood.

I was afraid that if I stood still and squatted in the room just to survive, then they would most likely not be able to get on the lifeboat.

Carl's clothes are too big, and my thinner figure makes his shirt look more empty.Putting on the vest and suit jacket, I finally chose the thickest coat and put it on my body.

Finally, he picked up Carl's tweed hat and hid a curl of long hair in it.The self in the mirror was a little more comical and slutty, and the trousers were rolled up twice to avoid stepping on them.

Then I came to the safe, where the life jackets were kept.Regardless of whether it is useful or not, I put one on first, and then I put on the coat that reached below my knees, buttoned it, and the sense of humor became stronger.

Running out of the room, I opened Karl's wine cabinet and saw a lot of spirits inside, and I cursed this guy who didn't have good living habits again.It's a pity that wine is not good for cold people. It is useless except to excite the nerves and speed up the loss of body temperature.

And now I need it because I find my limbs stiff and my fingertips feeling numb and frozen.I calmly felt the trembling deep in my heart, which is the tension brought about by the survival instinct when human beings face a crisis.

This kind of tension cannot be relieved even if you tell yourself that you can be rescued [-] times.

I'm short on time. I found Carl and the others. Ruth and I are better off, but it's impossible for Jack and Carl to get on the boat smoothly.After being rescued and disembarked, what condemnation will be received is something that will only be considered after surviving.

He took a sip of brandy in a very restrained manner, and used strong liquor to calm his tense emotions, then put the bottle back into the wine cabinet, turned around and strode out.Opening the door, the corridor became lively. This time was supposed to be the time to go to bed, but the vibration and stagnation of the ship made some sensitive passengers feel something was wrong.

The purser was reassuring a passenger very conscientiously, "It's okay, I promise there is no problem, ma'am."

I hurried past him, turned a corner and saw Andrew walking in front of me with blueprints on his face and a sad face.He seemed to have just come out of his room, a hundred times more concerned about anything amiss with the ship than the passengers.

"Mr. Andrew." I frowned and stopped him directly.

"Oh... Emily?" He almost passed me because he was walking too fast, of course he still managed to stop himself out of politeness. "Your attire..."

Andrew saw the white life jacket under my overcoat sharply. He was obviously surprised by my inauspicious appearance.

"How's the boat?" Of course I know how nondescript I am wearing Carl's clothes, but unfortunately I don't have time to discuss the fashion of clothes with the designer.

"I'll have to go down and have a look. It's not clear what's going on. But maybe we're not ready to wear life jackets." Andrew seems to have just noticed the vibration of the ship and hasn't really inspected it yet, but he doesn't look like himself So optimistic.

"Can you tell me where all the people who commit crimes are locked up?" If Carl is going to fish people, then he will go to the cabin I was caught when I got on the boat.But in order to escape from that place, I didn't have time to remember the specific location when I ran.

"Sorry, I don't have time right now. The route down may be a bit complicated. I don't know if you can find it yourself." Andrew stretched out his hand and said to me patiently, "Well, you go to the elevator first, and let him move the elevator to you." Drive to the bottom, and then you should see the waiter on duty, you ask him to take you to the crew passage, which is actually a place where passengers will not set foot. You can tell him that I asked you to go."

I listened carefully to what he said, and then said, "Thank you, Mr. Andrew."

"You're welcome, then I'll go first." Andrew walked forward hastily after he finished speaking, but he stopped again after two steps, hesitating for a moment before turning to look at me with sad eyes. "This kind of vibration can only be produced by bumping into something. This can't be a conspiracy, right?"

This kind of look is so sincere and stubborn. Andrew loves the cruise ship he designed, and this feeling makes him unable to accept any man-made murder plan.

I watched him in silence, almost feeling his uneasy pity.

"No, there is no conspiracy, Mr. Andrew, it was just an accident." Of course I knew that after the ship sank, as long as someone went ashore and revealed the fact that I wanted to slow down the ship and said it in advance, my future would be more difficult.Even if there are very few people who know about it, the possibility of leaks cannot be ruled out.

Even Carl would be horrified by my prophecies because I told him most of the truth.

Again, I said, "I'm just a fragile neurotic and it's all a lie."

Andrew relaxed, and he showed a gentle smile, "You are a good girl, Emily."

It's a pity that no matter how good it was, I couldn't stop the wrecked ship from sinking. I took two steps back, I couldn't laugh at Andrew, and turned around and ran towards the elevator without saying a word.

If Carl and Jack were both trapped below, it would be over.I hope……

He rushed directly to the elevator, stopped a passenger from entering the elevator, and entered the last elevator that hadn't gone down yet.I said to the elevator boy, "Take me down, bottom floor, please."

The bellboy immediately closed the door, and the elevator began to descend.

I looked up at the top of the elevator, and there were bright lights outside the shiny black fence, and the grain of teak was as youthful and graceful as the ship.The most beautiful part of the Titanic was receding from me, and the alternating light and dark flashed across my face.

I hope... no, not hope.Rather, we will all survive.