[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

One month after Jack returned from Morgan Robertson, at the end of June 1913, Jack could no longer get out of bed by himself and sat firmly.

He could only lie down, drowsy for a while, and forced himself to wake up for a while.

Because the piece of paper still didn't work, his fingers were covered with many wounds, but it still didn't help.So in the end, he could only use his drowsy brain to come up with the stupidest way, which was to draw a new one.

He also drew on a small piece of paper. Jack knew that his time might be running out, so he didn't dare to make extra attempts at all. He didn't dare to waste any more of his time on anything. Concentrate on drawing those complicated patterns with your fingers that are about to lose the pen.

Jack often got up in the middle of the night and asked his servants to turn on the lights in the room, groping for his own work with anxiety, comparing it with the original paper, looking back and forth, and then revising it carefully.

Sometimes when my eyes are dazzled, I feel that everything is inappropriate. I always feel that there is half an inch more here and a little less somewhere.

Repeatedly, Jack only drew three pictures in the end.At this time, he was almost exhausted. He put the three pieces of paper in his hand, raised his eyes, and continued to watch carefully, even subconsciously forcing himself to continue looking for any mistakes?

And this morning, the family doctor sent by Mr. Carl Hockley had just pronounced his death sentence.

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid he won't be able to see the sun tomorrow again." That's what he said.Although Jack's vision has blurred and his senses have declined, his hearing is still sensitive, even more sensitive than before.

When he heard this, he seemed to be relieved, and smiled easily.

Finally the day has come.Fortunately, he has already finished drawing these patterns, so he always gave him a chance to try.

It's noon now, Ryan and Bradley are in his room, watching Jack hold up the three pieces of paper in his hand, turn his head, open his mouth, then stretch out a skinny finger, speaking to them silently What.

He could only make a strange sound of 'ho ho' from his throat, and his chest really trembled, but he still stretched out his fingers without showing any signs, gesticulating back and forth in front of them.

Ryan felt that he must not be dazzled, but he saw joy and happiness in Jack's eyes!He seemed to be looking forward to everything that was coming, which was death.

Jack looked forward to this death.

Bradley looked at Jack, feeling a little sad in his heart. After all, he spent far more time with Jack than Jack and the young master. Although he still didn't like him very much, especially he couldn't forget the fact that he had seduced Sean, but In fact, unknowingly, some emotions similar to "friends" arose.

So now, of course he knew and understood what Jack meant, and even understood why Jack was so happy before death came.

So he pulled out a sharp little silver knife, cut Jack's finger, and put his finger on the three paintings.

They all stared at the three crosses copied by Jack, watching his blood gradually stain the three papers, but still... nothing happened.

"Hey, Dawson, failed—" Bradley's voice stopped abruptly.He was surprised to see Jack whose head was already hanging powerlessly aside, with an expectant smile on his face, at this moment, he showed an unusual innocence.

Ryan also noticed it. He immediately stood up and looked carefully at Jack's ashen face, "Doctor! Doctor, come and see what's wrong with him?!"

But Bradley had already poked his finger up first.He seemed to be in disbelief, as if he couldn't react to the sudden death of this skinny young man.

He put his finger under Jack's nose and probed for a moment.

He looked at that once handsome face, what happened with the young master on the Titanic, and what happened to Jack, scenes and scenes flashed before his eyes like a movie.

And later, I went to find Morgan Robertson with Jack, watching him still trying to portray those inverted crosses late at night, watching him, all the efforts he made for this love.

Bradley shed tears involuntarily, then put the three pieces of paper that were still the same into his palm, put his two hands on his chest, and tucked in the quilt, "... ...Since you have failed, just give up, anyway, it is easier to meet over there than here..."

That day, they heard a fact clearly in Robertson's house - "In that world, there is a demon, and I don't know his name. It seems that there has never been such a thing in European history."

"But in short, he appeared, in front of him, and told him that he could make any wish like him, but the price was for him to choose by himself, and he had no right to refuse..." Robertson said painfully, clutching his forehead : "At that time, I really wanted to work hard again, so at the beginning, I refused."

"And after that?" Jack asked.

"But you must make a wish and give him the corresponding return." Robertson replied as if he didn't hear it: "He said that he is not a slave who can order him at will, and he has no right to call him out and give him nothing. Let him go back, of course, unless the reason is to pay the price instead of making a wish..."

He shrugged, his eyes were red, "So, at that time, I just didn't want to suffer, and then, I still had a little bit of evil, greedy thoughts, and said to him—"I hope to become famous, and my works can be noticed by the world, And to bring fame and fortune'."

"—After that, my eyes went dark, and I came back again. At that time, I was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling of my house, and I could still hear him saying in his ear: 'A wish that can be fulfilled, and the corresponding price will be appropriate Take it when the time comes, and you'll know when the time comes.'”

"But I didn't expect..." He covered his face, let out a choked sob, then shook his head in pain, unable to speak.

So Jack could only continue, half questioning and half narrating: "But I didn't expect that he created a catastrophe that was almost exactly the same as the story in the previous one? To make it famous, and let many publishers come to sign the contract?"

"...Yes." Robertson was silent for a long time before saying in a deep voice.He was sitting in a corner of the sofa, hunched over, as if curling himself up.

Especially the backlight in that corner prevented Jack and Bradley from seeing Robertson's painful expression at that time.

But just by his voice, these two can already tell how regretful this man is, "And the price of his choice is to make him feel guilty and suffer terribly because of this honor... .. The devil... Heh, if it really grows with absorbed pain as energy, as in the fairy tale, then, I want to say, he must have succeeded."

In the darkness, the corner of Robertson's place gleamed with tears, "It's painful, it's really... very painful, and I want to die."

And Jack Dawson? ——I really hope that I won't go down the road of Robertson and let myself suffer because of this happiness...

Bradley stood up and asked the doctor to examine Jack's body, then walked out of the room without saying a word.

The sadness brought by the Titanic finally began to slowly leave this world, float up into the air, and gradually be put in a big corner of our memory.

She will always be thrilling, but it is no longer suitable for the living to keep her...

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In May 2012, I was working in a black bar in Finland, because I had only one dinner money left in my pocket three days ago, so I had to play the guitar that I had just learned in this bar.

I learned this from a passenger from Russia on the Siberian Railway before. At that time, he only taught some basic fingerings so that he could have a piano foundation. see you.

Fortunately, it seems that singing Chinese songs that they don't understand is very popular in Finnish dark bars.The bars in Finland are obviously different from those in China, and the nightlife is also very different.

The guests here are like having a happy tea party here. Some people with similar interests sit around a round table and talk about many troubles and interesting things with each other.

The bartender here, that is, the manager of this bar, is surprisingly gay as well, so this foreign country, this guy who can only speak English can find a job here.

Of course, the condition is that during the break, part of the work must be set aside to accompany him on a date.He is easily lonely, and like all Finns, he likes to drink and sauna.

So many times, we would soak in the sauna room of his house, drink strong wine, look at the snow outside the window, and chat about our respective sentimentality.

This is quite romantic, especially, we seem to have a tacit understanding - neither of us has violated the other's territory, he respects the love in his heart, and agrees with the protection of this love, and the closest contact between us is nothing more than It's just that he got into his arms naked, and let him sleep in his arms to make him warmer.

But in fact, as he became more and more dependent, he became more and more lonely and lonely in his heart-I missed Jack, felt tired for this one-on-one trip, and wanted to go home a little bit.

But in fact, I don't know where I should go?

Here, at least there is a good relationship to keep warm, but when I go back to my home, I have a lonely life left.

There is no Jack, no love, and therefore no place to stay.

Miss him, but miss him more and more...

The author has something to say: Oh!Let the inspiration for the ending come to my brain! ! ! ! !

It's killing me! ! ! ! !

However, I suddenly felt sad while writing, and I really had the heart to write Jack to death... This reminded me of the past between him and Sean, those beautiful things on the Titanic yes, happy day.

I want to cry~~~~

So, Sean, come back quickly! ! !