[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

Because the crew members were all men, and in order to find the watch that I had exchanged for a third-class ticket on my body, they invited a female flight attendant to search me.The female flight attendant seemed to be the service staff responsible for the female guests in the second class cabin. She seemed to be able to ask all the men out of the cabin first, then closed the cabin door, turned around and smiled politely and said to me: "I am here to serve you. Miss."

"It's a great honor." I jumped up from the chair and stretched my hands generously at her mercy.

That lucky pocket watch has been left on shore forever, but I can't expect them to let me go if they can't find it.

"You should take a shower." The second-class stewardess kindly reminded me while searching my clothes.Then she took off my clothes and saw my back to her naked body, she suddenly blurted out, "You are very beautiful."

I turned my head slowly, because I have been dancing for a long time, any movement I make will naturally and habitually carry a certain rhythm.Looking back even once is like living in a certain dance movement.

"Thank you." I replied softly, smiling as I always do when I receive compliments.

The female flight attendant only found a third-class ticket on me, a sketch of Jack, and ten yuan. She took these things and went out to pay for business.I quietly brushed aside my waist-length blond curly hair, and put these sack-like clothes back on.I didn't pay much attention to accidentally stealing a silver pocket watch from a nouveau riche and throwing it to a third-class passenger as relief money.When you are on the Titanic, most of your attention is devoted to how to disembark, or how to get as many people as possible to disembark with you.Tomorrow will be the last time this wreck docks, and being locked in a hold and drowning is not what I want to see.

After I got dressed, I sat back in the chair, put my feet up on the chair, and hugged my knees with my hands.I looked at the porthole, and there was a lot of transparent water splashed on the outside of the small circular window. The Titanic has been driving forward at full speed, and nothing seems to stop it.

I took another deep breath and could almost smell the salty air outside the porthole.Then I started counting silently, exhaled slowly, and expelled all the air I had just inhaled from my lungs again, just like a singer practicing his lung capacity, and I held my breath at the last second when I reached the limit.When I am extremely hypoxic, the face of this body will be very pale, completely bloodless pale.When a person lacks oxygen, it is very painful, and the internal organs and bones are squeezed together.

I once tried self-abuse like this, and then saw myself in the mirror as a dead body about to go to the morgue.

When the remaining two male crew members came in, I was about to turn into a zombie, and I kept trembling as I hugged myself, as if suffering from a sudden onset of emergency patients.

One of them ran over and picked me up. He put me on the ground and quickly said to the other person, "Go and call the doctor first, and tell me that there are emergency patients here."

"Do you want to go to the infectious disease ward at the stern?" Another crew member who was still standing asked eagerly.

"Damn it, go to the infirmary, it's closer there." The crew member who carried me to the ground and lay flat said angrily, "Hurry up."

"I hope the guests who don't have a first-class cabin will have a bad stomach." The crew member who left ran out muttering.

My head hangs limply to the floor, looking through some strands of hair at the half-kneeling crew next to me.They put everything they found on me on the table, and it didn't look like it was of any use to them.

I closed my eyes, and heard the footsteps of another crew member running away. My eyes were dark, and there was a slight tremor in the air that belonged only to the ship.

"Are you okay?" Seeing my face calm down, the half-squatting crew member asked softly.

"Okay, thank you." I finally regained my normal breathing and opened my eyes.Then I got up and tried to stand up, and the other party immediately supported me carefully. At the moment I put his arm on his arm, I whispered in his ear: "Sorry, I have caused you trouble." A lot of trouble... I After speaking, he twisted his arm suddenly, lowered his body and pulled the opponent's whole body, and instantly used a fierce over-the-shoulder throw to push the unsuspecting crew member to the ground.Then in one go, he swept up the sketches of boat tickets and dollar bills on the table and stuffed them into his pockets, then turned around and ran out desperately.

It's not easy to throw a big man out. If he didn't remember some judo skills, he would probably be crushed before he was thrown out.When I ran into the channel, another crew member who was rushing to lead the doctor ran into me face to face. Before the other party could react, I jumped, reached out and grabbed the other party's sailor cap and put it on my head, like a hurricane Rushed past them, turned around the corner and showed a big smile to the frightened crew member who was pressing his hair, "Goodbye."

The crew member who finally recognized me pointed at me angrily and shouted, "Stop."

I rushed up the narrow stairs, grabbed the handrails of the stairs with both hands, and crossed the corner of the stairs. Behind me was the crew member who scolded anxiously, and his shoes stepped on the iron stairs hard. put.The white corridors and corridors of the Titanic are all connected. I saw the light bulbs on the white paneling of the hull, which provided daytime light for this huge and luxurious ship.There are almost no upper-class guests on the passage on the lower deck, and more third-class guests who have returned, or some waiters and crew members in charge of this area.When they saw me rushing out, their first reaction was to get out of the way in surprise, as if they were afraid of being hit by me.

"Grab her." The crew caught up and pointed at me, yelling at the passing flight attendants and crew members.

When others reacted, I jumped into another white cabin and ran up when I saw the iron stairs. I guessed that I was running wildly on deck G, and if I ran down, I would rush into the lowest level of the hull. It's not a good idea for those stokers to be rolling in the coals together.So my goal is to go up, up, and up.

I came to the long passage on the upper floor, and a waiter just came out of the cabin door pushing a cart full of food. A plate of small cakes was taken from the car.The plates are made of bone china, and the plates are wrapped with golden patterns. If I remember correctly, these porcelains serving the first class should be the works of Crown Derby.Thanks to those who have seen the information, they at least let me distinguish the deck of this ship.

I ate the cake and ran forward, nearly choking on the last morsel in my mouth, as I saw three or four burly crew members scrambling towards me.As a last resort, I turned around and ran to one of the empty boat lanes. When I turned a lane, another waiter pushing silver tableware suddenly appeared. He seemed to have just come out of the restaurant.At the moment when I was about to hit it, I spun around from the side of the cart, my long hair touched the waiter's cheek, and the plate in my hand had been put back on the cart.

"Damn it." The crew members who were chasing me yelled angrily from behind, and then there was a loud noise, and they collided with the cart.

I ran quickly in this labyrinth-like corridor that was hundreds of meters long. When I saw the stairs, I ran up. In the middle, I ran into the flight attendant guarding the door of the second-class cabin. I was drilled by me.Those crew members who had just caught up were not so lucky. The flight attendant shouted: "You can't go in here, do you have permission?"

"Shut up, permission to hell, where's the head of the picket?" Their picket has already lost, and this ship is the first time for many crew members, so it's like a maze.

Even so, there are too many crew members on this ship, and I can still run around now because I am running too fast, and they haven't had time to organize a roundup.Over time, wherever I hid, they could use mousetrap to get me out.And I live alone in the steerage room of three strange men, and anyone who asks will know.

When I ran into those damn mouse traps again, I wrinkled my face helplessly, spread my hands at the crew members who rushed up again, turned around and ran away.I don't know how many places I've been running, jumping up and down, being chased from the first-class promenade deck on C-level to the squash court on E-level, and then running through Scotland Road to D-level.Many times they have blocked me, which is really bad experience.

Don't they know how to be polite to passengers?Perhaps this is an alternative form of hospitality for third-class passengers.