[Titanic] Ticket

"Hey, hey, you idiots! The ship is sinking, run!"

Ash's voice changed its tune in the blowing wind, and it seemed strangely sharp and ethereal, but some people heard it anyway, but they only smiled mockingly or cursed.

"Oh my god, he said the Titanic is going to sink? Go to sleep, boy, it's time to dream!"

"Look at that little idiot, he's running out of his mind!"

"What the hell! These idiots, I can't believe their IQ, have they been eaten by dogs?"

It took them a while to pass through the overcrowded passage. The floor under their feet began to shake violently. They are all leaning forward involuntarily.

Ash groaned relentlessly, tugging at a doorknob, and seemed bitter about it.

Jessica rolled her eyes: "It's fine now, I'm afraid they will cry because they didn't follow your advice just now. Seriously, what's wrong with this ship, does it want to dance a ballet at sea or something?"

Lester frowned. Judging from their current situation, the Titanic slowed down and hit the iceberg head-on-Smith did, but this does not guarantee that the ship will not sink, at least until rescue arrives, they Can't relax for a moment.

"It's not bad, we still have some time. Ash, you and Jessica are here to wait for this to pass - remember to wear life jackets, I have to go back to Carl."

……

If someone can look down on the ship from God's perspective, they will find that the entire North Atlantic Ocean is showing a strange scene. The head of the Titanic almost crashed into the iceberg. There is no doubt that the bow of the ship is broken, and the icy sea water Flooded into the cabin, but the stern of the ship was tilted upwards due to the huge momentum, and tremblingly stopped in mid-air—fortunately, the distance was not too high, even if it fell unexpectedly, the passengers in the ship would not be disturbed. They are injured.

The people on the bridge tower were already frantically busy, and Captain Edward Smith yelled loudly: "Go get Andrews! Gosh, idiot, don't move the rudder! Go and put down the lifeboat, William, stand there and wait for God , stupid boy!"

"Here he is, Captain. Oh, my God, I'll get you these."

Andrews ran over with several rolls of blueprints in his arms—someone bumped into him in a hurry, and the pile of things scattered on the ground. A young crew member pushed him away and bent down to help him clean up: "Go to the captain, sir. , you have more important work to do."

"What's the matter, Thomas, my old chap?"

Captain Smith hurried over, and Andrews thanked the crew member while pressing his hand on the drawing—he was too busy to even look up: "I must say, this situation is a blessing in misfortune. The bow is completely cracked, two watertight The cabin is flooded, so far it seems to be fine, and the pumps are working - but to be honest, I doubt the boat will hold up, you know - things that usually don't seem to matter but at this moment are enough Fatal little problem, the ship is sinking—sooner or later."

Smith breathed a sigh of relief: "It doesn't count—"

"Fart! What the hell are you talking about! The Titanic will never sink!" Mr. Ismay, who hurried over, only had time to hear that sentence, and he roared violently—like a rabid, A mad dog with red eyes.

Andrews yelled back at him unceremoniously—God knows he was almost driven mad with guilt and pain: "No, she will! If it's made of iron, she will sink!"

Smith swallowed the sentence "not bad" - and decided to let it rot in his stomach for the rest of his life. He looked coldly at Ismay who fell to the ground, and then announced loudly: "Titanic It is about to sink, so get active, we will save more people!"

……

To tell the truth, Lester, gravity can be such a fucking thing sometimes!

God knows, he even smiled casually when he heard his little sister weigh herself.

Fuck his carelessness, it's terrible, he literally strangled his former self!

Lester struggled up the corridor—yes, that's right, crawling!Thanks to the generosity of the rich, they at least laid out a carpet, and the friction force was enough to absorb his hands and feet, so that he wouldn't be in a miserable state of rolling backwards!

He could swear that most people were looking at him, and some people even opened the door deliberately just to appreciate his ugly appearance, Lester gave them a blank look—is it really idle, thought it was After dinner?

"Mom, why is he crawling on the ground?" A little girl covered in lace asked loudly as she tugged at the nightdress of the woman beside her.

Nervously, the aristocratic woman covered her little daughter's eyes and said contemptuously: "These poor people like this-oh, baby, don't look, you can't learn this."

As if looking at me one more time would make your daughter with eyes on the top of her head better!

Panting, Lester stood up and threw himself on the door, and soon someone opened the door from the inside: "Oh, God, Lester! God, what did you do to make yourself so embarrassed!"

Carl put his arms around the young man and pulled him hard—but it was obviously not a wise decision at the moment. The two rolled into a ball, and Carl held the boy in his arms and slammed his head against the foot of the sofa, making a loud cry of pain. call.

"My God, are you all right, Carl?"

Lester got up quickly, Carl touched his hair, his hands were a little sticky-"Damn, it's bleeding!"

"Don't bark, don't bark, boy, I'm a little dizzy." Carl held Lester's hand, "Let me take it easy, I'll be fine soon."

"I'm going to find the first aid kit."

Lester propped up his arms and wanted to stand up, but Carl forcibly pulled him back to his chest. The rich man's voice was low and hoarse: "Not now. Tell me, the boat is sinking, isn't it?"

Lester was silent for a while, and then said softly: "It's not that bad, it's not that bad, Carl. We have to trust Captain Smith's ability. He has sailed across the North Atlantic Ocean many times and has a great reputation, remember?"

"But those aren't Titanic." Carl lazily ruffled Lester's soft hair—it was wet with sweat, or it might be the thicker and almost suffocating moisture in the air, his boy He was so nervous that he looked like a big soldier who was about to go to the battlefield.

But damn it's so—

Warm, loyal and brave.

Carl kissed his brow and eyes: "I have telegraphed the Carpathia in advance, believe me, boy, we can be saved."

"Of course." Lester smiled. "Now, let me get the first aid kit? Seeing you like this, maybe I'll be shot by Lovejoy first—yes, I know he has That stuff."

……

Carl and Lester quickly arrived on the deck, but the situation was not as optimistic as the appearance, the Titanic was still hanging in mid-air - there was a terrible dull sound between the hulls, and I had to describe it, it was probably like Thor That big, stupid Thor is swinging his hammer, causing chaos in the world.

"Put on your life jacket, Lester, Mr. Hockley!" Andrews was commanding nervously, "It's too cold, so at least it will give you some warmth and security."

"In fact, we're dressed enough that the polar bears probably hide their faces and run away when they see us, Mr. Andrews," Lester joked. "What's up? I mean Titanic."

Andrews sighed: "She's going to sink, being overweight is always fatal. I didn't expect her tail to be up, it was terrible, it was terrible - it was all my mistake."

Lester quickly persuaded him: "It's not your fault, sir, you did a good enough job. Let the women and children get on board first, right? We can survive until rescue comes, trust me, Mr. Andrews."

The true English gentleman looked into Lester's eyes - heck, he looked so young - life was just beginning, but the eyes were like the sharpest swords, with the determination and courage to go forward, which made him unable to help Relaxed, and chose this young man who looked extremely young.

He gave him a hug - the boy smelled good, as if there was a kind of tenacity growing out of it - which would not be extinguished at any time -

"Thank you my friend."

Carl was uncommonly silent, his beautiful light brown eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked like he was thinking about something - as usual, but at this time it seemed a bit out of place.

"What are you thinking?" Lester watched Andrews go away, and when he turned his head, he met the rich man's gloomy and complicated eyes, which shocked him.

Carl smiled and rubbed his hair: "it's nothing, baby, I'm not happy if you hug him."

"God, Mr. Andrews is a respectable elder!" Lester snorted, "I don't believe this, you'd better tell the truth."

Carl's expression didn't know how to describe it for a while, but suddenly there were several sounds in the sky, white fireworks exploded in the night, star-like flames dragged on the water surface, everyone looked up, Forget about all the panic and sadness for a moment.

It was beautiful, really, very beautiful.

The young man's expression was clearly reflected in the bright firelight, and the warm luster danced on the ends of his golden hair, almost dyeing them white.

"Lester." Carl called softly, his eyes gently washing every inch of the boy's face.

"What?" Lester responded.

"No, it's nothing. You like these, don't you? When I get back to America, can I play them for you all night?"

"Lord, you are so cute."

Lester smiled foolishly, Carl gave him a kiss, and heard his heart beat continuously and vigorously according to the same rhythm——

let him live.