[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

I walked quickly to the door and saw a lot of people shuttled back and forth under the stairs. Most of them had already taken off their suit jackets and only wore a waistcoat. Button, it seems that he came out to pick up something during the meal break.

This is probably the case for Hockley, he was dressed like this, strode up the stairs, saw me, and greeted me happily, "Mr. It's your turn."

"Well, that's true." I said politely, "I've finished my lunch and I just came out to find something?"

As soon as he raised his eyebrows, he knew that I had no intention of going back to the dinner table with him to chat for a while, so he smiled politely, and then whispered to me: "No matter what, I am still very grateful to you." It was strange to see me With a look in his eyes, he explained easily: "Don't refuse, I owe you a favor, sir, I think you may use it in the future."

I suddenly remembered what he said at the door of my room when he sent Rose over, and immediately looked at him with a look of enlightenment.

Hockley obviously understood that I already knew what was going on, and nodded slightly, agreeing.There is a sincerity in his eyes that I have never seen before. I think Rose is probably really important to him, that's why he behaves like this.

I think I might have misunderstood this man before, maybe he was a bit exaggerated and had all the common problems of this upper class, but he was still a good man, or rather, he was still a person.

Then, I thought of Jack again. I thought he might not have a smooth life in the future, so I obediently acquiesced, and said tentatively: "If it is possible...in fact, I may indeed have A small request will bother you."

"Really?" My anxious appearance aroused Hockley's vigilance. He seemed to regret it, probably because he felt that I would ask him something embarrassing, which made me a little embarrassed, "Actually, I am Say, if you can, give the favor to Jack."

"..." He raised an eyebrow in surprise and looked at me in disbelief.

But I didn't object, and I didn't change my words. I just continued: "Actually, what I have to face in the future may not be so difficult for me, but Jack is different. He will always need more help than me. "I was a little sad, but I still looked straight into his eyes firmly and sincerely, "If Jack encounters any trouble in the future, if it is within your ability, please...help him as much as possible .”

Hockley was silent, his face was not very good-looking, and he looked at me with some disdain and contempt, even negative.

I knew in his heart he must have expressed contempt for me being obsessed with a poor boy, but I couldn't tell him that Jack meant something different to me.

When I was confused, I met Jack, when I was happy, I had Jack, and accompanied me in this short period of time, I have a lot of insights, even a period of ups and downs, it is still Jack .

Jack is special. Like this dream-like journey, he brings me happiness that is worth remembering and recalling for a lifetime, and even makes me feel that this happiness is enough to offset the current despair and the emptiness in the future .

I will lose Jack, but in my heart, Jack will always be there.

"Okay, I promise you." Hockley was silent for a long time before replying: "But I can only say that I don't want to go against your brother at all, and if he does something at that time, I may be powerless to stop him. "

"It's enough, thank you." I bowed to him sincerely, and Hockley immediately moved away like a frightened rabbit, muttering: "No, no, no, I can't stand Pastor Young Master's-"

"—no, it's just mine." I interrupted him, and thanked him once: "Thank you, Mr. Hockley."

Hockley choked, then nodded awkwardly, hurried around me, and went back to his room.

He was probably going to get something, but I was entangled here for a long time.

I sighed, feeling a little joyful that I had finally done something for Jack's future life.

But when I looked at the clock, I immediately collected myself seriously, and then ran down the stairs quickly, looking for everything I could think of that would help Jack escape this death.

It is true that his body cannot support his life for too long, but it is not certain. For things like cancer, most patients are scared to death.

Jack doesn't seem to be afraid of the disease itself at all. As long as he has the perseverance and confidence to live in the future, I believe he can live longer.

This is also the reason why he has lived with such a serious illness until now.

But... oh yes!I had to figure out a way, after that, to still give Jack courage.

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The operation of preparing escape items for Jack is not a small project. I used various reasons to shuttle around various places on the Titanic, including the swimming pool, the first aid room, and even the boiler room.

Among them, I saw many strangers on the Titanic.They are all employees on this ship, wearing work sailor uniforms, working in their workshops with sweat, but their faces are full of happiness.

I talked to them modestly, and my appearance of not showing any extravagance obviously surprised them, and then responded to me with the same attitude.

Tell me where the swimming pool is - I went there and found a floating board that can be carried on my back; where is there anything I need on this boat, sometimes people do ask me in doubt what I want these for, I naturally answer that I need to do it The manual course is required by the university, and it will be handed in soon after landing.

They smiled understandingly, and gave me a lot of help, and even welcome me to talk to them next time.

I also responded with a smile.

At 14:30, I returned to my room with a bunch of sundries in my hand.When the gorgeous relief came into my eyes again, I breathed a sigh of relief, then threw all the things on the ground, and took out one of Jack's boxes.

When I was carrying the suitcase, I noticed that Jack was still sleeping soundly. Because of the breathing problem, I could hear a slight snoring sound coming from his nasal cavity, but it made me love him sincerely, and couldn't help but kiss him on his cheek. Kissed, lingering for a while.

"Hmm..." He seemed to feel something, frowned and moved, then changed his sleeping position, and continued to sleep.

With my heart in my hands, I didn't dare to be so reckless again this time, and went out on tiptoe to organize things again-I emptied out all Jack's things, emptied a box, and prepared to put it in what I thought was useful stuff.

"Well... First of all, medicine, food, and water." I thought about finding some painkillers, morphine, hemostatic agents and even cardiotonic drugs, as well as needles from the mountain of debris. Something like that, wrapped in newspaper, divided into two parts, only one part was put into the box.

Then came a large bar of chocolate that I found in the boiler room, and some odds and ends, which I don't intend to put in the case just yet.

Then there is the source of water... I thought about it, and I remember that in a shipwreck, fresh water resources can be taken from fish in the sea, even sea water, which can be imported to sustain life in critical moments, but the most lacking What is sugar.

I took a look inside the box, and although I already had a large bar of chocolate, I always thought it would be better if I could put a few bottles of juice or something.

The only thing that bothers me is that there are no mineral water bottles in this era, and I don’t have a kettle in my hand. When I was in the boiler room just now, it was for this reason that I didn’t bring some juice.

This much to my chagrin, but I had to put it aside.

In turn, put some clothes in it.It's Jack's own clothes. I only left one of them outside for him to change later, and stuffed the rest in. These are the things he will need in his future life.

oh!Speaking of this - I remembered something more crucial.I found an old wallet in Jack's trunk with only a few loose dollars in it.I chuckled lightly, then dug out the wallet from my suitcase, put all the money in it, and immediately bulged Jack's broken wallet, which gave me a great sense of accomplishment.

——This money is indeed not mine, but now I have to leave all the money to Jack. He has always needed money more than Sean Pastor, a rich young man, especially because he will lose his lover.

At 14:50, Jack was still sleeping soundly, and I had put all my things into the box. To my delight, these things were not too much, and they were not heavy in the box. They were very light to carry, which was very suitable for Jack to extract.

But I still haven't forgotten one last thing - something for Jack, comfort food...  

I chose his sketchbook, maybe these things could give me inspiration, and left a letter for him, sandwiched in it.

There are two sketchbooks in total. The cover is hard, and the two corners on the edge of the opening are inlaid with metal. Now it has been worn and toned, and it looks very old.But this is probably his most precious thing.Not only because the two sketchbooks were kept very flat, with some scattered paintings on the back of waste paper added, but also because when I opened the first page of one of the sketchbooks, I saw a picture that was Paper pasted on top.

The drawing paper has turned yellow, and some of the pencil marks on it have been worn away, making the surroundings smudged and dirty.

But still can clearly see the outline of a man on the painting.

It's just a head portrait, the man looks very old, with different degrees of deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth.He looked a bit like Jack, but more masculine, less handsome than Jack, but with the same gentleness as Jack.

He wore a collared uniform and a floppy hat, and I could probably imagine his color, and how dirty he was.Jack carefully drew a few holes on the hat, and the wool was frizzy, looking like it had been weathered for a long time.

The man had a smile in the corner of his eyes, very gentle, and there was some kindness in his eyes. He was licking a cigarette at the corner of his mouth. With that expression, he tilted his head slightly, not knowing what he was looking at intently.

But I probably guessed that he must be looking at Jack who only reaches his waist or knees, because in the lower right corner of the painting, it is written crookedly in very bad characters - MyFather.