[Titanic] Ticket
Chapter 19
Carl and Jack quickly followed the passage to the third class cabin.
Several crew members blocked the iron gate with fire axes, and kept threatening: "Go back! Only women and children are released, you third-class pigs!"
"Let us out, you sons of a bitch! This ship is going to sink soon!" A young man with short blonde hair climbed on the iron gate and shouted loudly. It looked like a monkey born in a circus.
"Damn it, he's having a good time," Jack muttered, and then whispered, "You stop the guy with the gun, and I'll take care of the others."
"You don't need to give orders, Dawson, a Hockley will never obey a third-class poor man." Carl smirked wrinkledly, and dusted the collar of his suit to show his determination.
"Keep your arrogance, sir, I hope Lester can endure it forever." Jack rolled his eyes, said bitterly and meanly, and then ignored Carl's reaction at all, his whole body was like an arrow leaving the string rushed into the crowd.
No matter how much Carl hates Jack Dawson, he has to admit that he has a rare good figure. His traveling life makes him not as weak and deceitful as ordinary painters. His twisted arms and waist have very beautiful muscle curves , he ruthlessly knocked down one of the crew members who yelled the loudest, and swept the other two with his long legs at the same time—the big boy's neat movements made the third-class passengers who were locked at the other side of the iron door stop. Shout out to you.
Very professional fighting skills.
Carl sized him up critically while rubbing the front of his body, grabbed the arm of the gun-wielding sailor and pulled it back—obviously, the crew's howling and howling made Mr. Hockley, who was already in a bad mood, even more irritable. A palm knocked him out——
"Wow, that's awesome, it's exactly the same as when you dealt with Lester." Jack clapped his hands insincerely, and then picked up a bunch of keys from the ground to open the passage door, "Seriously, you have two hands and money people."
Carl had an expression of "God, I'm reduced to a third-class poor man to praise this is really cheap", and smiled fakely: "Hmm-this can only fully demonstrate your ignorance, boy. Fight Art is one of the basic courses for the nobility, although I don't know where you learned how much from it."
"Hey, Jack, God, thank you!" A curly-haired Italian boy rushed out and hugged Jack.
Jack patted him on the shoulder: "Don't talk about those useless things, Phoebe, of course I have to come back to save you."
"Mr. Hockley, Jack, why are you here? Where's Lester?" Ash came out after the crowd had dispersed, dragging a middle-aged man in his 30s in his hand—obviously, this was Ash. Erwin, he seems to have been injured a little bit, walking with a limp.
Carl frowned, looked at this cowardly man, and then exchanged glances with Jack in silence before slowly speaking: "He's on board, we're coming to you. Black, you have to Come with us quickly."
"But Ryan is still below, he was knocked unconscious, and I can't carry the two of them."
Ash looked at the two of them with shining eyes, Jack sighed, and Carl said indifferently with a sullen face: "Don't be too self-willed, Blake. I'm here to save you, and the others are not even worth it to me." One cent."
Ash opened his mouth, he was a little speechless, Erwin said in a timely manner: "Yeah, Ash, the boat is sinking, and it must be too late to go back and save him. Let's go, I beg you Already!"
Ash was silent for a while, then turned to look at Jack: "What do you think?"
Jack touched his nose, he didn't want to be the one who broke the hope, but he promised Ruth that he had to reach her safely——
"I'm very sorry."
The blond-haired Irish young man burst out immediately: "I have to save him! Whatever you want, he's my roommate, I can't give him up!"
"..." Carl stroked his hair irritably, he seemed to want to push this idiot whose head was kicked by a donkey into the iron wall, "Ash Black, you want to kill us—"
"God, God, what's going on! Help me, anyone, take me out! Erwin, Ash!" A figure stumbled over from the corner of the passage, his face was covered with Panicked and terrified - with a ridiculous redness on his forehead, Ash brightened up at the sight of him.
"Hey Ryan, here we go."
"God, you didn't abandon me! You didn't abandon me! I knew you were a good man!" Ryan ran up to them with red eyes, looking as if he wanted to kneel down and kiss Ash's shoe toe.
Carl tapped on the wall, and the dull echo echoed in the empty corridor: "Now, can we go, gentlemen? Blake, are you going to check every room and take everyone who can?" "
Ash's face was flushed, but no one would talk to him now except Ryan, who didn't know the truth. The young man shook his head in frustration, and then left behind them without saying a word.
Jack slowed down, purposely landed next to Carl, who disdained to be with the third-class people at the end, and asked in a low voice: "...Hey, buddy, I saw that beautiful girl gave you something when you uploaded just now—— "
Carl glanced at him, subconsciously reached into his pocket with his right hand and touched a cold metal object: "Whatever your business, poor man."
"Will you die if you don't fire the map gun in every sentence?" Jack finally couldn't hold back anymore, and asked with a gloomy face.
Carl smiled and said, "I've heard such a truth all night, thank you, Mr. Jack Poor as a Dog Dawson."
……
When Lester woke up, the lifeboat had already drawn a certain distance, so that the gigantic Titanic could only become a vague silhouette in sight, and the shrill shouts and wailing were only faintly transmitted. into their ears.
The young man was lying in the cabin with his eyes open, the gray irises reflected the faint white light in the distance, as cold as two obsidian stones deposited in the night.
"Hey, Lester—" Jessica crawled a few seats over to him, "Would you like some water?"
"Where are we?" Lester asked hoarsely.
Jessica wasn't quite sure, and the rowing crew answered the question: "A mile or so, sir."
Lester propped up his body, kneading the painful nape of his neck with his hands, and fell on Jessica's shoulders as if he was exhausted, and said softly: "We have to go back - he must have a gun, play by ear, good girl .”
Jessica gestured to him calmly, and stretched out her foot to drag the bundle on the other side between them.At the same time, Lester gave a wink to Lovejoy who was sitting in the corner, signaling to be calm.
Suddenly, the ship shook violently. A strong and plump woman stood up and said loudly, "We're going back to rescue them—the ship is far from full!"
"Mrs. Brown, a well-known good lady in first class—she's right, but obviously no one wants to listen to her." Jessica folded her arms, and the movement made her breasts fuller, but a The person who had just narrowly escaped death on the boat obviously didn't have the heart to pay attention to this.
The crew threatened the lady severely, and many of the crew began to cry, but they never said a word. Lester watched all this coldly, until he found a cowering figure behind a group of ladies. The shrunken man—Bruce Ismay—was responsible for all this.
Mrs. Brown seemed reconciled, but the crew had already drawn out their guns, so she could only sit down obediently.
The Titanic, immersed in the night, suddenly made a tooth-piercing loud noise, and the entire tail slammed heavily into the water. The huge waves covered everyone's realization and those endless cries for help—after three Hours later, the Titanic finally broke!
Lester's heart beat wildly, but at this moment he obviously had more important things to do, he suddenly jumped up from the ground, and ruthlessly threw himself at the crew member who was standing on the side of the ship watching - this emaciated man The Englishman turned his head unexpectedly, and brought the pistol to Lester's forehead with terrifying speed - the fierce look in his eyes made people shudder.
But Jessica let out a coquettish cry, the fluffy lace skirt was lifted up to cover the sky, a pair of snow-white thighs protruded from it, and precisely kicked off the pistol in the hands of the crew, the sharp high-heeled shoes were still in his hands Two bloodstains were drawn.
"General, sir." Lester raised his pistol and stuck it into the crew's mouth, announcing indifferently, "Now, everything is under my command. As for you, it's a good choice to get out and get sober."
The young man mercilessly pushed the speechless crew into the water, then twirled the pistol in his hand, lazily aiming at Ismay who wanted to hide under the woman's skirt: "Come out, sir, I see you. Jessica, tell him to get down too, and get a taste of the water."
Jessica roughly peeled off the opponent's heavy coat and put it on herself, then kicked the person down vigorously with the pair of [-]cm stiletto heels - that was really painful: "Fuck, it's so warm , if you want me to say that rich people are good at this!"
Lester smiled, and the light of the flashlight not far away was approaching, and someone was shouting: "Come here, we have to connect the boats together!"
"What to do, Lester?" Jessica squatted on the side of the boat, asking with a vigilant expression.
The young man twirled his fingers, and his eyes fell on the half-sunken bow and the sea surface with huge ripples: "Get all the women over, we have to go back and save people—save more people."
Several crew members blocked the iron gate with fire axes, and kept threatening: "Go back! Only women and children are released, you third-class pigs!"
"Let us out, you sons of a bitch! This ship is going to sink soon!" A young man with short blonde hair climbed on the iron gate and shouted loudly. It looked like a monkey born in a circus.
"Damn it, he's having a good time," Jack muttered, and then whispered, "You stop the guy with the gun, and I'll take care of the others."
"You don't need to give orders, Dawson, a Hockley will never obey a third-class poor man." Carl smirked wrinkledly, and dusted the collar of his suit to show his determination.
"Keep your arrogance, sir, I hope Lester can endure it forever." Jack rolled his eyes, said bitterly and meanly, and then ignored Carl's reaction at all, his whole body was like an arrow leaving the string rushed into the crowd.
No matter how much Carl hates Jack Dawson, he has to admit that he has a rare good figure. His traveling life makes him not as weak and deceitful as ordinary painters. His twisted arms and waist have very beautiful muscle curves , he ruthlessly knocked down one of the crew members who yelled the loudest, and swept the other two with his long legs at the same time—the big boy's neat movements made the third-class passengers who were locked at the other side of the iron door stop. Shout out to you.
Very professional fighting skills.
Carl sized him up critically while rubbing the front of his body, grabbed the arm of the gun-wielding sailor and pulled it back—obviously, the crew's howling and howling made Mr. Hockley, who was already in a bad mood, even more irritable. A palm knocked him out——
"Wow, that's awesome, it's exactly the same as when you dealt with Lester." Jack clapped his hands insincerely, and then picked up a bunch of keys from the ground to open the passage door, "Seriously, you have two hands and money people."
Carl had an expression of "God, I'm reduced to a third-class poor man to praise this is really cheap", and smiled fakely: "Hmm-this can only fully demonstrate your ignorance, boy. Fight Art is one of the basic courses for the nobility, although I don't know where you learned how much from it."
"Hey, Jack, God, thank you!" A curly-haired Italian boy rushed out and hugged Jack.
Jack patted him on the shoulder: "Don't talk about those useless things, Phoebe, of course I have to come back to save you."
"Mr. Hockley, Jack, why are you here? Where's Lester?" Ash came out after the crowd had dispersed, dragging a middle-aged man in his 30s in his hand—obviously, this was Ash. Erwin, he seems to have been injured a little bit, walking with a limp.
Carl frowned, looked at this cowardly man, and then exchanged glances with Jack in silence before slowly speaking: "He's on board, we're coming to you. Black, you have to Come with us quickly."
"But Ryan is still below, he was knocked unconscious, and I can't carry the two of them."
Ash looked at the two of them with shining eyes, Jack sighed, and Carl said indifferently with a sullen face: "Don't be too self-willed, Blake. I'm here to save you, and the others are not even worth it to me." One cent."
Ash opened his mouth, he was a little speechless, Erwin said in a timely manner: "Yeah, Ash, the boat is sinking, and it must be too late to go back and save him. Let's go, I beg you Already!"
Ash was silent for a while, then turned to look at Jack: "What do you think?"
Jack touched his nose, he didn't want to be the one who broke the hope, but he promised Ruth that he had to reach her safely——
"I'm very sorry."
The blond-haired Irish young man burst out immediately: "I have to save him! Whatever you want, he's my roommate, I can't give him up!"
"..." Carl stroked his hair irritably, he seemed to want to push this idiot whose head was kicked by a donkey into the iron wall, "Ash Black, you want to kill us—"
"God, God, what's going on! Help me, anyone, take me out! Erwin, Ash!" A figure stumbled over from the corner of the passage, his face was covered with Panicked and terrified - with a ridiculous redness on his forehead, Ash brightened up at the sight of him.
"Hey Ryan, here we go."
"God, you didn't abandon me! You didn't abandon me! I knew you were a good man!" Ryan ran up to them with red eyes, looking as if he wanted to kneel down and kiss Ash's shoe toe.
Carl tapped on the wall, and the dull echo echoed in the empty corridor: "Now, can we go, gentlemen? Blake, are you going to check every room and take everyone who can?" "
Ash's face was flushed, but no one would talk to him now except Ryan, who didn't know the truth. The young man shook his head in frustration, and then left behind them without saying a word.
Jack slowed down, purposely landed next to Carl, who disdained to be with the third-class people at the end, and asked in a low voice: "...Hey, buddy, I saw that beautiful girl gave you something when you uploaded just now—— "
Carl glanced at him, subconsciously reached into his pocket with his right hand and touched a cold metal object: "Whatever your business, poor man."
"Will you die if you don't fire the map gun in every sentence?" Jack finally couldn't hold back anymore, and asked with a gloomy face.
Carl smiled and said, "I've heard such a truth all night, thank you, Mr. Jack Poor as a Dog Dawson."
……
When Lester woke up, the lifeboat had already drawn a certain distance, so that the gigantic Titanic could only become a vague silhouette in sight, and the shrill shouts and wailing were only faintly transmitted. into their ears.
The young man was lying in the cabin with his eyes open, the gray irises reflected the faint white light in the distance, as cold as two obsidian stones deposited in the night.
"Hey, Lester—" Jessica crawled a few seats over to him, "Would you like some water?"
"Where are we?" Lester asked hoarsely.
Jessica wasn't quite sure, and the rowing crew answered the question: "A mile or so, sir."
Lester propped up his body, kneading the painful nape of his neck with his hands, and fell on Jessica's shoulders as if he was exhausted, and said softly: "We have to go back - he must have a gun, play by ear, good girl .”
Jessica gestured to him calmly, and stretched out her foot to drag the bundle on the other side between them.At the same time, Lester gave a wink to Lovejoy who was sitting in the corner, signaling to be calm.
Suddenly, the ship shook violently. A strong and plump woman stood up and said loudly, "We're going back to rescue them—the ship is far from full!"
"Mrs. Brown, a well-known good lady in first class—she's right, but obviously no one wants to listen to her." Jessica folded her arms, and the movement made her breasts fuller, but a The person who had just narrowly escaped death on the boat obviously didn't have the heart to pay attention to this.
The crew threatened the lady severely, and many of the crew began to cry, but they never said a word. Lester watched all this coldly, until he found a cowering figure behind a group of ladies. The shrunken man—Bruce Ismay—was responsible for all this.
Mrs. Brown seemed reconciled, but the crew had already drawn out their guns, so she could only sit down obediently.
The Titanic, immersed in the night, suddenly made a tooth-piercing loud noise, and the entire tail slammed heavily into the water. The huge waves covered everyone's realization and those endless cries for help—after three Hours later, the Titanic finally broke!
Lester's heart beat wildly, but at this moment he obviously had more important things to do, he suddenly jumped up from the ground, and ruthlessly threw himself at the crew member who was standing on the side of the ship watching - this emaciated man The Englishman turned his head unexpectedly, and brought the pistol to Lester's forehead with terrifying speed - the fierce look in his eyes made people shudder.
But Jessica let out a coquettish cry, the fluffy lace skirt was lifted up to cover the sky, a pair of snow-white thighs protruded from it, and precisely kicked off the pistol in the hands of the crew, the sharp high-heeled shoes were still in his hands Two bloodstains were drawn.
"General, sir." Lester raised his pistol and stuck it into the crew's mouth, announcing indifferently, "Now, everything is under my command. As for you, it's a good choice to get out and get sober."
The young man mercilessly pushed the speechless crew into the water, then twirled the pistol in his hand, lazily aiming at Ismay who wanted to hide under the woman's skirt: "Come out, sir, I see you. Jessica, tell him to get down too, and get a taste of the water."
Jessica roughly peeled off the opponent's heavy coat and put it on herself, then kicked the person down vigorously with the pair of [-]cm stiletto heels - that was really painful: "Fuck, it's so warm , if you want me to say that rich people are good at this!"
Lester smiled, and the light of the flashlight not far away was approaching, and someone was shouting: "Come here, we have to connect the boats together!"
"What to do, Lester?" Jessica squatted on the side of the boat, asking with a vigilant expression.
The young man twirled his fingers, and his eyes fell on the half-sunken bow and the sea surface with huge ripples: "Get all the women over, we have to go back and save people—save more people."
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