[Titanic] Ticket

The moment he entered the water, Carl felt like he was going to die.

Sea water poured in from all directions, locking his limbs like invisible heavy chains—the lung lobes seemed to be on fire, which was so hot that it was completely different from sea water, so that he would spray out scorched black blood from every alveoli. blood.

Carl felt that he might finally understand a little bit of Lester's neurotic fears—his endless nightmares, like this deep black seabed, with spots of light at the far end of his vision, and all around, deathly silence .

Upstream!hard!Hockley, don't dawdle!

He heard some strange voices ringing in his head, over and over again, unyielding, as if he was willing to talk about him until he died if he didn't do so, Carl swayed his limbs helplessly, and surfaced in an unattractive posture, like a bird Like a stupid whale, he spit out a lot of water from his mouth, and the salty air finally dispelled the gloomy and hopeless negative emotions in his mind.

"God, I almost died like this..." Carl floated in the water, trying to stabilize his body that was constantly shaking due to the fierce current, and murmured inexplicably in surprise, with cold sweat dripping down his back, giving birth to a feeling that he had never felt before. I am afraid to come after I have passed.

"Pfft—" Ash popped up beside him, and the young man looked around blankly, "thank God I'm still alive—where's Jack and Erwin? Hey, Jack! Erwin! Heard the answer I say!"

There were cries and screams all around, but no one answered them.

"You stay here—"

Carl frowned, then took a deep breath and re-drilled into the bottom of the sea.

Not far away, there were two figures entangled and sinking - it was Erwin and Jack, the latter was pulled by his neck, and he looked extremely painful.

How stupid it is!

Carl sneered in his heart, swam towards them like a nimble sea fish, and then grabbed Jack's arm to signal him to go up with him. The big boy rolled his eyes and nodded desperately—he couldn't help it. What if he was a mast, he looked like he could suffocate in a second.

"Oh, my God!" It's always easier for two people to pull one person, Carl took some effort and finally brought the person to the surface, Jack immediately opened his mouth to spit out the water and gasped for breath - at the same time pushed away Erwin, who still seemed unwilling to let go and was shaking like a quail, "Go away, you're fucking killing me!"

"We have to find some flotsam. The water is so cold that we won't last long."

Carl was blue from the cold, and Jack didn't look too well. He nodded quickly, and then waded towards a place where there were fewer people.

It only took a short while before they found a whole door panel and some broken tables and chairs. Jack's face was as pale as a smooth stone carving in the darkness, and his teeth collided and whispered, "What do you think, Hockley?"

Carl glanced indifferently at the two people behind him. To be honest, he didn't care about them any more—no one stipulated that a Hockley could be a Virgin Mary or something. In fact, he showed enough kindness today. No matter who it is for, at least at this moment, no one can stop him from surviving.

"Go up." He said two words coldly.

Jack suppressed a smile: "I think so too."

The two climbed up the door panel with great difficulty—it looked a little unstable, but it probably held up. Ash stared at them for a while, and then quickly understood his situation. He was a little sad, but not Very sad—subconsciously, he probably expected this outcome a long time ago, so that this sadness was quickly covered up by the instinct of survival.

While encouraging Erwin in a low voice, he swam towards the farther sea. Probably God took pity on his ridiculous and rare kindness, and sent a broken and simple Noah's Ark—a still-looking It was quite a big cupboard, he helped Erwin sit carefully, and then he lay down on one side as if he was out of strength.

Someone tried to come up to get a share of the action, but Ash lazily refused to move a single finger. Erwin immediately transformed into an enraged flamingo and beat him down without hesitation—he even Somewhat proudly he smiled at Ash.

The boy closed his eyes, letting the ice and snow cover his brows and soul.

Everything, everything is just to survive, God forgive them.

……

Carl stared vigilantly at the eager Jack, wrapped his coat tightly and said, "Don't try to lean in, Dawson! I will never hug you to keep warm like those idiots—never Possibly—not to die!"

Jack's expression was about to freeze into the sea, and he gave him a trembling look: "What the hell are you thinking about? Damn——I just want to see what Jessica did. What are you? She is so serious, maybe it can save lives!"

Carl blinked—God knows how terrible the sub-zero water is, he felt like his eyelashes were going to fall off because of this small movement, he reached into his pocket, and took out something colder than his body temperature .

It was a small, iron whistle.

……

"Sir, I didn't expect you to be able to row a boat." Harold looked at Lester with some reverence, and he was also handling a lifeboat in his hand—there were several other boats behind the two of them, and only a few would be left behind. The men rowing, the boat was completely empty, Leicester's boat seemed a bit special, Ruth Bukett nestled in a corner of the cabin, it seemed that she was not going to say a word to them unless it was necessary.

"hobby."

Lester changed hands, and Jessica poured a little rum from the kettle: "I'll replace you."

"There is nothing more capable than you, good girl." Lester simply hugged her, then squatted in the bow of the boat wrapped in a blanket and lit with a flashlight. He took a sip of his wine and narrowed his eyes playfully, "High-end goods , from the first class?"

"That kid Ryan got it—it took me a while, but I hope he's still alive. I'll have to get the money back sooner or later." Jessica laughed loudly, and Harold looked at her like he was in England. king.

"Ma'am, I didn't expect you to be able to row a boat!"

Jessica glanced at the jerky young man with a smile on her face: "So? Mr. Lowe, that's all you can say about compliments? You don't distinguish between men and women?"

Harold blushed, pursed his lips and dared not speak.

Jessica didn't seem to need him to answer—or maybe it was the rare quiet night that gave her some desire to tell: "I'm Italian, sir, born in Venice. It's a very beautiful place— Very very beautiful, my father is a boatman and we saved up for a long time and finally bought a little gondola, it is beautiful, you can't imagine how much our family loves it. I ride the Argos every day Tino - my little sister named it - couldn't be cuter, isn't it, God, I still remember the places we crossed the Bridge of Sighs and sold flowers or danced in Piazza San Marco ——Finally watching the sunset shine on the world at the Golden Palace...I miss those very, very much."

"It sounds like a very beautiful story." Lester said softly.

Ruth, who was completely covered in the blanket, had yearning eyes in her eyes, and she moved a little closer to them without any trace.

He looked at the ginger-haired girl softly with his eyes, as if through her he saw a little girl with braids and a cotton skirt bouncing and jumping on the old square brick floor, with white pigeons parked at her feet, Sariel presented her with a garland of lilies, laurel, and forget-me-nots, the most precious and extraordinary treasures that have been lost in time.

Jessica saluted with her skirt lifted, with a happy smile on her face: "Yes, of course. But I'm fine now—I mean——"

"beep--"

The sharp whistle interrupted her abruptly, but Jessica didn't feel any dissatisfaction. Instead, she straightened up immediately. It wasn't until the whistle sounded again that she said ecstatically, "It's Mr. Hockley! It's him, I gave him the whistle, Lester, and he's alive!"

"Go and save them! Jack must be there!" Ruth stood up all of a sudden, shouting a little excitedly.

Jessica flipped her hair impatiently: "Shut up, bitch, it's not your turn to command me!"

Lester clenched the silver jug ​​in his hand, and drew a harsh arc with his tightly pursed lips: "Swipe there—Mr. Lowe, I hope you don't mind my selfishness."

The fifth deputy wiped off his cold sweat: "Yes, of course—I mean the lifeboat is big enough, as long as it is a living person, we can all be saved."

……

"I, I think, I'm about to freeze to death." Jack was shaking non-stop, his hair and eyebrows were covered with layers of ice flakes, and his eyelashes were also covered with ice particles. Welling up from deep inside—he could barely keep his eyes open.

Carl was still whistling desperately, but the breath out of his throat was getting shorter and lighter, and he had to make sure that Jack would not fall asleep at any time-this was when he was sluggish from the cold But it's a little harder: "Don't fucking sleep—Dawson—Lester is, coming soon."

"You, you always, trust him." Jack sneered, his voice so low that he couldn't hear clearly.

"But I'm afraid he's right, and who could come but me!"

With a surge of force from the nape of his neck, two burly males reached out and got them into the boat, then Ash and Erwin, each given a blanket and a small bottle of rum , Several people cried out in gratitude, and fell headlong into the cabin after drinking.

Lester sits in the bow, his blanket given away, his blond hair blowing in the wind, his back looking thin and vulnerable—despite his heavy coat and lifejacket—but Carl can see that.

"Hey, Lester." Carl moved to him, split the blanket in half, and called in a low and nervous voice.

Lester rolled his eyelids and snuggled into his arms: "Don't think it's all over, Mr. Hockley, we have a sack to settle."

Carl kissed the young man's forehead with cold lips, humming and chuckling: "Is this a good life, you know, that's what I want."