[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

When I woke up my mind was blank and I had no idea where I was.Looking up blankly, his body was as weak and heavy as a piece of dead wood, unconscious.

She moved her fingers strangely, trying to say something with her chapped lips, but she didn't know what she needed at all.

It was quiet all around, I tried to move my neck, it was so numb that I couldn't help frowning.Then there seemed to be some sound coming from the side, and I noticed it with a splitting headache. The sound came from outside the door, and I found myself lying on the bed. This room was terribly strange.

Someone's conversation was faintly heard outside the door, the voice was not loud, but very intense.

"I'm finished, so many people died, I'm completely finished." A man was crying, and he couldn't control the fear in his voice.

Then came Carl, I heard him say clearly: "Shut up, it's not over yet, but hundreds of people died. Andrew's telegram a day in advance, you said that you signaled that the Carpathia has done a great job, you should take care of it." Thanks to your rival company."

"I didn't signal, how could I ask for help from a nearby ship, it would damage the Titanic's image, if I knew Andrew would send such a telegram, I would have stopped him long ago. Of course, I don't know the ship's fucking It will sink." The excited voice was swearing, and this tone made me barely remember who this man was.

The current chairman of the White Star Company, the Mr. Ismay who encouraged the Titanic to speed up.

"Andrew is dead, no one will doubt your words, because only you have the position to let him send this kind of telegram, and you once suggested to the captain that the ship should slow down..."

"Yes, but it was too late. I arrived at the pilothouse that night, and just after giving advice to the captain, we hit an iceberg." Ismay muttered in despair, "The ship didn't slow down at all. I killed them."

"That is to say, you have finished that suggestion before the ship sank. Even if the captain is dead, there are other crew members in the bridge. I have found two survivors who can prove that you did say to slow down the ship , This can save your reputation." Carl said calmly, his tone was not agitated at all, just as boring as sitting at the dinner table and chatting with others.

"But this is our agreement. You want to buy shares of White Star Company, so I agreed to slow down the ship." Ismay said somewhat incoherently, his voice revealing a feeling of depression to the point of collapse.

"There is no agreement." Karl denied it cleanly, and I heard him snort coldly, "I'm not going to buy White Star's stock now, and I haven't slowed you down, it's all on your own decision."

"What... what?" Ismay yelled, of course he quickly suppressed his voice and said eagerly, "How can you deny that this is clearly your plan..."

"It's good for you. If it's our agreement, what good is it for you? No." Carl categorically concluded, "As long as you stand firm, it was you who asked Andrew to send a telegram for help a day in advance, and it was you who decided to let Slow down the boat so you don't get torn apart by the angry mob, and don't forget, over 500 dead is not a small number."

"Won't be exposed?" Ismay was soothed, he repeated blankly, "I won't be exposed, right, it wasn't my fault that the ship sank."

"Who will expose you, as long as you don't drag Emily into it, even if you want me to testify for you, don't tell her, Ismay." Carl's voice became dark and urgent, even with a hint of urgency. Means to coerce others.

"How did she know the ship was going to sink?" Ismay sneered, as if she had finally gained the upper hand in this conversation. "She knew, Carl, how did she know? She wished the ship would slow down quickly, and she had to be in the NO. .14 ​​minus, it's not a conspiracy against us."

"Damn conspiracy, she will soon be my wife, you better speak politely." Carl said coldly, and he could hear him getting restless.

"You still want to marry her, a witch." Ismay was over-stimulated, maybe the sinking of the Titanic was like the end of the world for him, and he couldn't maintain his sanity at all.

"I don't want to force me to kill you, you old idiot." Carl was not much more sensible than the other party, and he spoke in a bored tone that wanted to push Ismay into the sea to drown.

"You scolded me? Anyway, I should have died a long time ago, I'm done, I'm done!" Ismay cried, he was completely crazy.

I,……

What TV series is this?Closing my eyes with a headache, I remembered that the Titanic had sunk, and then... I fell into the water.

Thinking that he was bound to die, he planned to open his eyes to see heaven or hell, but in the end it was still the world.

"As long as you follow my plan, you will be kicked out of White Star Company at most, and then you can retire with peace of mind, without being condemned by others day and night." Carl held back his temper, and continued to work on persuasion irritably. "Andrew's telegram and your plan to slow down the ship are all on your own shoulders. This kind of credit is enough for you to escape unscathed."

"But that's not my intention." Ismay hadn't turned the corner yet. Although he was undecent, he might not have been shameless to the extreme.

"It's your original intention." Carl said decisively, "It's all your original intention. Otherwise, who would somehow send a telegram for help to a nearby ship one day in advance? Anyway, there is no proof. But you have witnesses on the captain's side. The surviving crew can testify to you that you went to the captain to discuss slowing down, which can save yourself, Ismay."

"As long as you don't involve that woman?" Ismay said quickly, "You really did everything you could to clear her of suspicion. I thought she would die in the Atlantic Ocean."

"She won't die. The doctor said she is very strong, but she just lost too much blood." Carl couldn't bear the malice of others, especially the malice towards me. He seemed to be poked by Ismay's words, and said hastily, "She Nothing will happen."

"Yes, she is really lucky." Ismay went on weakly again, and he said weakly to Carl, "Even if I can avoid the eyes of others' condemnation in the end, I will never forgive myself in the future, and I will never Forget how you lied to others to live."

Carl said to him indifferently: "Good luck, you can go."

They made a deal, and Ismay would take it easy for me to slow the boat, and there would be no trace of what Emily had done.

When Carl walked in, my face was just sideways to him, and then I saw his bearded face, messy hair, panda eyes on his tired face, and he looked like a third-class passenger except for his neat clothes. The bums are no different.

At first he didn't realize that my eyes were open, and he stared blankly at me for a few seconds, as if I was still asleep.

I whispered, my physical condition forced me to ask softly, "Where is this?"

"Carpathia, the rescue ship." Carl answered me blankly, and then he stretched out his hand, a few meters away from me, just like this to touch me in the air.

Of course, he could only catch the air in his hands, and woke up suddenly. Carl came to me in three steps at a time. Before I could say anything, he had stretched out his hands to hold my face, and kissed me frantically.

This kiss was not gentle at all, his lips were dry and rough, like a lost person in the desert who hadn't drank water for a few days, dry and on the verge of death.

I opened my eyes, without any room to struggle for a moment, and just looked straight into his eyes.These amber pupils, burning with the flames of the entire desert, completely overwhelmed me with some kind of intense emotion of being redeemed.

Lips and teeth intertwined, scalp numb.

Life seemed to be complete at this moment, he finally left my lips, the temperature of my breath became hot, "I love you."

I couldn't help blinking, and before I could respond, he said again, "I love you, Emily."

There is no room for maneuver, this confession is as direct and firm as the truth, and no one can change it.

My heart beat faster, and I opened my mouth slowly to say something, but his lips pressed up heavily again, depriving me of my smooth breathing, allowing the kiss to continue.

This was a kiss that was so long that it seemed like forever. I heard his heart beat fast, driving my stiff and numb body and making my dull senses alive again.

I love you.

Ibid.