[Titanic] Ticket

Carl took Lester's hand and walked through the crowd with some difficulty. Everyone was terrified, and they squeezed towards the lifeboat as much as possible. Several crew members fired warning shots, but this only worked for a while. —maybe not for 10 minutes, and the impact is waning.

Lovejoy quickly spotted them, pushing his way through them roughly, looking like a pissed-off T. Ever had Lovejoy put on a face like that—it looked like he was going to eat someone, didn't you?"

Lovejoy obviously heard this, he saluted to Carl, and then pushed his wet bangs to the top of his head expressionlessly: "I'm sorry, master, I don't think even in another 30 years, I won't be in my cookbook. Add the dish of human flesh."

"It's a bit ironic." Carl said with a smile, "How's the situation?"

Lovejoy frowned and looked around, then lowered his head and said in a low voice: "It's not good, master. The third-class cabin has already been partially flooded, and several crew members blocked the passage on their own initiative. I I'm afraid we must hurry aboard."

Karl nodded, his eyes lit up by a figure in uniform in the crowd, but before he could take a few steps, the ship suddenly vibrated violently, and the dull and loud cracking sound rang in his ears, and the entire Titanic They all fell down, and almost instantly he felt as if he had taken a step, and was about to fall into the abyss along the cliff thousands of feet high.

All kinds of screams and cries pierced the night, and there seemed to be some horror brewing in the huge splashing water that was enough to make people despair and collapse.

Karl felt his heart sinking in the sound of the whistling wind—the wind came from nowhere, maybe it was the wilderness, maybe it was the more distant temple of Anubis, and in the panic, someone arrested him. Grasping his hand firmly - the fingers seemed to be pinched into his flesh, like a firm steel hoop, with a reassuring indestructible force, effectively pulling him from Pulled up from the desperate feeling of falling.

It's Leicester.

The shock passed quickly, and many people got up from the deck in a panic.

Lester's movements are also hard to see. He seems to be pulled into a figure eight, holding Carl with one hand, and tightly holding Lovejoy's wrist with the other, and his body is stuck in the middle of the railing. .

Carl rushed over and pulled Lester back from the outside almost as soon as he woke up, rubbing his back up and down like crazy, he could feel Lester's arm trembling uncontrollably: " God, how could you? How dare you do that, your arm will break, idiot!"

"Hey, take it easy? Apparently Lady Luck's still standing behind me, Carl."

Lester shrugged pretending to be relaxed. In fact, he wanted to raise his hand and pat Carl on the shoulder—but his honest and bad physical condition was obviously not happy with such a small gesture of intimacy at this time. The young man was a little bit A veiled frown was quickly smoothed out before Carl noticed.

……

Lovejoy's whole body was already wet by the surging waves, his expression suddenly became vigilant, and he even put his right hand into his clothes quietly - a woman in a red skirt was holding up the hem of her skirt and quickly moving toward him. They ran over, what a ghost, are those twelve-inch high heels on her feet just a decoration?

"Stop, who are you?"

"Oh my God, get out of the way - well, well, put that gun down, I meant no harm!"

"Lovejoy, she's my friend! God, Carl, help me up!"

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, obviously we need a little normal, sane communication."

Lester stood between the two groups of people with some headaches. Jack and Ruth, who followed Jessica, also arrived. They obviously made the atmosphere worse. Filled with a terrible aggressiveness.

Ruth crossed her arms and sneered nervously: "Do we still have time to sit down and have a cup of tea, Mr. Roland?"

Jessica snorted loudly, "Shut up, bitch."

Lester's gray eyes glanced at her emotionlessly: "If you had come a moment earlier, you would have seen Mrs. Bucket requesting this, Miss Ruth. Now, someone, please tell me, Ash Woolen cloth?"

Jessica flicked her messy ginger curly hair irritably, with obvious guilt on her face: "...I didn't stop him, Lester. We heard the news that the third-class aisle was closed on the way here." News, he insisted on going back to his roommate—"

"Erwin." Lester pursed his lips with a frighteningly serious expression.

Jessica nodded wildly: "Yes, that's right, that's the name. I can't stop him—" The woman's voice raised slightly, sharp and frustrated, "I'm sorry, Lester."

"It's none of your business."

Lester pressed her shoulders and turned his gaze to Jack, which was even a little aggressive.Ruth was keenly aware of the bad mood of the young man, she leaned forward suddenly, like a lioness guarding her cub, stopped Jack behind, and said viciously: "What do you want to do?"

Lester's expression was cold, his lips curled into a blade-like, temperatureless arc, and that expression obviously frightened everyone present: "Why don't you stop him, Mr. Dawson? Obviously you have the ability .”

Jack glanced at him lazily, but his beautiful blue eyes were full of solemnity, and even his voice was a little tense, like a music box with an overwound wind: "You are right, I have this ability , but I am not qualified to do so. In fact, now that Ruth has arrived here safely, I will return to third class to save my friend—if possible, I will bring him back.”

Ruth looked like God suddenly appeared in front of her and slapped her hard, and Carl folded his arms and commented bitterly: "Ha, a living saint, really call me Eye-opener!"

Jack squinted his eyes and smiled indifferently: "You can say what you want." Then he turned his head and gently brushed the girl's red hair that fell on his shoulders, "Listen, good girl, you Gotta go aboard. I promise I'll be rescued, I promise."

Ruth grabbed his hand, flustered and bewildered, and kept saying, "No, I won't go if you don't, Jack, don't leave me alone—"

"I love you. I swear, I will come back." Jack kept kissing her lips, and the two hugged each other, as if there would be no tomorrow after today - of course, if the situation is too bad, it is not completely impossible .

……

Lester took the package from Jessica, his arm was better, at least he would not be shaking like a seizure at any time, he hugged Carl: "Go on board, dear, I know you have a way .”

"Where are you going?" Carl said in a hoarse voice, his whole body seemed to be stuck in the middle of an unlubricated gear, and his movements were very stiff.

Lester smiled: "You know. I can't leave Ash alone, he is my friend."

what about me?

Carl could hardly bear to ask this question, but the young man's quiet gray eyes stopped the words rolling down his throat for an instant.

Lester Roland is always a living individual with various problems. He will be afraid, nervous, and can drive people crazy when he gets nervous, and there are always some incomprehensible things that ordinary people can never overcome bottom line.

Ash Black stands on that line, and so does Carl Hockley.

So in any case, he can't open his lips that seem to weigh more than a thousand gold, to force young people to give up other equally precious things because of love.

Carl Hockley may have been a very important part of the individual life of Lester Rowland, but he was by no means the only one.

If he had known that there would be such a day, he probably shouldn't have gone to the deck to relax on a whim that evening!

Carl thought pessimistically, but there was a powerful and clear voice deep in his soul that refuted him fiercely.

No, if you don't meet him, then your life is a joke!

……

"Give me a hug, boy? I'm scared," Carl said softly, the sadness and pain in his light brown eyes palpitating.

He compromised, again.

Lester heard a deep sigh rolling up from the black sea, he stepped forward and hugged the man tightly, just about to promise him that he would never "lose his life", The back of the neck suddenly hurt.

"Card--"

"Sleep for a while, sweetie, when you wake up, everything will be fine."

Carl carefully handed the young man who had passed out in his arms to Lovejoy, and then walked towards William Murdoch not far away. The serious face said when he saw him: " Come on board, Mr. Hockley. You helped the captain make the best decision, and I am willing to open this back door for you - even if it is not so fair to others."

Mr. One was clearly loathing himself to the extreme. His fingers were tightly gripping the gun. Someone heard this and roared angrily while trying to break through the line of defense. William shot the man in the right leg without delay. ——He was the first crew member on the ship who actually shot at the passengers, and the crowd gathered around suddenly fell silent.

"I said, get on board, Mr. Hockley." William said coldly, with a kind of fearless bravery and toughness in his eyes.

If he was going to die immediately, at least he had to be worthy of his remaining conscience.

Carl looked at him and said solemnly: "Thank you for your help forever. Lovejoy, take Lester aboard."

"Aren't you going with us, young master?" The old butler asked disapprovingly, frowning.

Carl tenderly placed a kiss on Lester's forehead: "If I don't save his friend, he will never forgive me-that is far more meaningful to me than living in his heart for the rest of my life. Take care of him, you know what I mean."

Jack took a step forward and pushed Ruth, whose face was still stained with tears, into the cabin, with a sincere tone: "I also beg you, for the sake of her never hurting anyone."

Since boarding the ship, Karl finally gave the poor kid in the third class a serious look. The big boy looked at him without giving in. The similar feeling of looking in a mirror made Karl frowned uncomfortably. Raising eyebrows: "Don't hold me back, kid."

"The same is for you, rich man." Jack put his arms around his chest and replied lazily.