[Titanic] Ticket

"Sir, I am Harold Lowe, fifth mate of the Titanic. Good evening, sir." The lifeboat quickly drew close, and the young man in uniform on the bow introduced himself awkwardly—he was careless He put down the flickering flashlight in his hand, and his bright black eyes looked a little embarrassed—especially after seeing his colleagues and Ismay who were soaking in the ice water and shivering non-stop.

"Lester Roland." Lester raised his head halfway, his side face appeared three-dimensional and pale in the thick dark light, "Are you here to save people, Mr. Lowe?"

Harold was even more disturbed: "Yes, yes, sir."

"That's good, I think we have a common thread."

Lester curled his lips kindly and held out a hand to him. Mr. Fifth Deputy nodded gratefully—as if he had just received a death sentence from Satan. Those two poor people.

……

Karl has never been more grateful than at this moment that he once regarded swimming as a necessary fitness exercise and put a lot of effort into it. A lot of water has entered the third-class cabin—at least up to his waist, and the biting cold made his body His shins throbbed and Ash and Phoebe's endless babbling finally brought his sanity to an end.

"Don't open your mouth! I know what you're going to scold, buddy, at least let us finish this section quietly." Jack followed beside him, with a keen eye for the emotions that were about to erupt on the rich man's face, and he spoke quickly Stopped him from swearing or taunting or whatever—he didn't want to have to break up a fight while running for his life.

Carl Hockley's mouth is full of guns, and no one can cure him except Lester.

Carl picked up his coat in disgust and wrung the water: "So——I can't even talk now? Gosh, Washington doesn't dare to say that."

Jack pretended he didn't hear this, what else could he have done.

The lobby of the first-class cabin was almost flooded, but fortunately they did not encounter too many troubles along the way. Jack and Ash ran the fastest, and Carl walked along the blue water calmly. Walking up the gold-painted steps, the steps are calm and elegant, and the expression is arrogant and unruly. It seems that the time has gone back to those vague-faced nobles in medieval oil paintings.

Jack brushed his hair back to his forehead and studied him with half-closed eyes.

To be honest, there is really nothing wrong with Karl. I am afraid that he will never learn the subtleties of this pretentious aristocratic tone. This rich man is so self-confident that he is even a little conceited-but there is no other reason, he has Enough capital.

Jack thinks he is inferior, he doesn’t think he is inferior, it’s just an attitude towards life, class determines this, they are all slaves crawling under this monument of crime—there is no comparison between them noble.

Jack chuckled.

Carl gave him a look, and it probably meant something like "what's wrong with you, we haven't been rescued yet, what are you doing, stupid boy, you should wake up" or something.

Jack patted his face, trying to make the pale complexion soaked in ice water a little healthy red: "Listen everyone, going up from here is always risky-I mean this boat is obviously about to fail .We need something to hold us together—yes, you heard that right, Mr. Hockley, that's what you think."

Carl responded with a blank expression: "Very well. The explanation is quite precise, and I'm sure my expression says that."

The two idiots, Phoebe and Ash, hugged each other with smiles, and Jack raised his eyebrows: "Since Mr. Hockley is the only one present here, you are wearing a coat - of course you must be responsible for this difficult task."

To everyone's surprise, Carl, who has always been so picky, didn't raise any objections to this-not even a word, and the valuable woolen coat finally became an ugly rough around their waist. knot.When the six of them appeared on the deck in such an unprecedented shape, they didn't attract much attention. In fact, everyone was busy.

The Titanic had already begun to tilt, the sea water overflowed the deck, and several lifeboats were stuck in the air. Some people clung to the pulley regardless of the danger and tried to cut the rope with a knife, but this was just a drop in the bucket.

"We have to get on the boat!" Carl raised his voice, his eyes circling on a lifeboat that was about to be launched.

"No! They'll capsize!" yelled Jack, nearly knocked off his feet by the swarming crowd of passengers around him. "Go to the bow! We've got to go to the bow! Phoebe, what the hell are you doing?"

The Italian boy's face was covered with cold sweat, his hands were trembling, he took off the bloody life jacket from a dead man and threw it to him: "We need this, put it on! Oh my Jesus Christ, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, God, God forgive me I!"

Ash looks like he's going to say something, but he finally hangs his head in frustration, realizing that it's probably all his fault, and it feels awful.

"No, no, there is a boat there, I want to get on the boat!" Ryan yelled frantically, he began to untie the cloth strips around his waist desperately, his occasionally raised eyes were bloodshot, "Don't Want to take me to death, I know you, I know you have bad intentions..."

Ash tried to stop him: "God, don't think so, we're going to survive - Ryan - hell, wake up, Rudolph!"

Carl crossed his arms and looked at the poor man who was almost crazy indifferently: "What do you think, Dawson? Although you don't want to admit it, besides me, I'm afraid you have some brains left."

Jack shrugged: "Everyone has the right to choose a way out, and I can't stop him—Washington can't do it either?"

"That sounds ironic."

Ash stretched out his hand to grab Ryan's arm, but the red-eyed young man took out a silver knife from his trousers pocket and slapped him fiercely a few times, then cut off those difficult woolen hairs He ran to the lifeboat without turning back.Ash clutched his scratched palm, his eyes were a little dazed and bewildered as he didn't understand the situation.

"The first-class thing, that shameful thief." Carl frowned in disgust. "What about you, sir? Come with us or go straight to death like him. Please, we don't have so much time."

Erwin looked back and forth in bewilderment, and finally turned his pleading eyes to Ash—the latter wiped his face under his gaze, some blood stuck to his pale cheeks, making his eyes hard and sharp ——Ash dragged Erwin's arm almost forcefully and walked towards the bow.

"We'll survive, I promise."

Jack ran after them benevolently: "He looks grown up."

"No one can always pay for his stupidity and ignorance—even his best friend." Carl answered coldly, and pushed away a middle-aged woman who was crying endlessly in front of him.

Jack helped the lady who almost fell to the ground, and pointed out bluntly: "But you are always a bastard."

"Thank you sincerely for your evaluation, I never deny this." Carl raised his chin arrogantly, looking like a mighty king—well, an undoubted "Bastard Hockley" tyrant.

……

The Titanic sank faster and faster, and the heavy stern dragged the bow down together. Countless people climbed up like hard-working worker ants. Carl didn't want to admit it, but Jack's idea helped a lot, especially when he saw Several people around me slipped directly along the deck and into the sea because of slippery feet.

The atmosphere on the boat was sad and tragic, and Carl saw a lot of things - those sad scenes that he thought he would never have the chance to witness in his life.

The pastor who sang the Bible, the mother who comforted the child, and a blond girl who was hanging on the mast and smiled at him uncomfortably one second, but fell into the deep sea the next second.

Carl closed his eyes, he knew that he couldn't forget this - he might even spend the rest of his life reminiscing about this day, but at this moment, he had to move forward until he returned to Lester.

He promised.

The five people finally arrived at the bow with the crowd. Jack helped Ash and Irwin to stand on the railing. Just as he was about to reach out to pull Karl, the Titanic finally broke from the middle due to uneven force, crying earth-shatteringly. The shouts sounded, and countless people fell into the water because of this sudden disaster. Due to the strong inertia, Jack leaned forward from the suspended railing, and Carl hugged his legs almost subconsciously.

The strip of cloth tied around his waist suddenly tightened, and the two men hung in the air like a string of smoked sausages. Ash gritted his teeth and pulled the other end of the strip desperately: "Help!"

Erwin leaned on the other side of the railing and lifted people up forcefully. This is not a good job. Compared with Jack and Carl, they are a bit too thin. Ash and Erwin struggled to lift them up. They pulled up to the railing - damn those two bastards still have time to joke around -

"You nearly pulled my trousers down, Mr Carl Hockley!" Jack slapped the railing angrily.

Carl hung himself outside indifferently, the cold air made him shiver all over: "Do you think I would, Mr. Dawson? I'm not Miss Bucket, I'm anxious to see the color of your underwear. Honestly Say, it's enough to think about it—evil—”

"Hey, guys, can you stop arguing? The bow of the ship is sinking." Ash was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but interrupt the childish quarrel between the two.

Carl rolled his eyelids lazily, but his expression was extremely serious.

A minute ago, they were still hanging in the sky dozens of feet high, blowing the sea breeze, but now they were so close to the sea that they could clearly feel the coldness of the salty foam splashing on their faces, he wrinkled in disgust Eyebrows, and then took out the small knife from his pocket and cut off the cloth strips tied around everyone's waists neatly: "If you don't want to die, don't let go!"

The muscles in Jack's body were tense, and the hand holding the railing was so forceful that the blue veins were folded, and his voice was trembling because of the tension: "The vortex will suck us all in, listen to my password, take a deep breath, keep stepping on the water, and fall into it." After getting into the water, I desperately went upstream—"

"Oh God! Oh God! I'm going to die, and I don't want to die!" Erwin cried, breaking down.

Carl grabbed Ash's arm and yelled impatiently, "Don't be a fucking pussy! Blake, grab my hand, right now—"