[Titanic] Ticket
Chapter 6 Captain Smith
This time Lester didn't sleep well.
His limbs were entwined with something cold and viscous, the dream was deep, he fell indefinitely, the thin sunlight above his head gradually became blurred and dizzy white spots on his irises, some swimming black shadows hovered around him , like the broken robes of a dementor exuding a rotten breath.
The deep black water soaked his limbs and bones.
You shall perish in this abyss, Lester Rolland.
He heard someone chuckling and whispering in the shadows, the shadows coming from his broken belly, airy thinking—
"Lester!"
"God, oh, Carl..."
Lester blinked his sore eyelids to break away from the dream, the desk clock struck five, and through the wall lamp, the worried expression on Carl's face was vividly revealed.
"I'm fine, I'm fine - oh, come on, a nightmare - it can't do anything to me, Carl!" Lester rubbed his cheeks irritably, turning his head to avoid the man's shrewd and sly gaze, "Oh, come on , Karl, you won’t believe me when I tell you.”
Carl patted him on the back and said softly, "You have to tell me, as I told you, not to be so unfair. Capriciousness is a woman's right, sweetie."
Lester laughed out loud, and simply turned around to look directly into his eyes—Carl's eyeballs are very light in color, and against the dim yellow wall lamp, it is easy to think of something soft and sweet, the eyes of a young man. I was in a trance, and after a while, I said softly: "Carl, I dreamed about something not so good—the Titanic will sink, and I will die."
The young man's voice was steady and calm, but God knew how scared he was, so scared that he was so sad that he was about to cry after only uttering a few words.
Lester was born in a disgraceful way, a damned son-of-a-bitch accident, in the words of Dupin Rolland.
But he never wanted to die, no one did—though God that bitch seemed to take a special liking to him, willing to watch him tumble down the cleaner-stained slide time and time again.
"Lester." Carl hugged the trembling young man into his arms, rubbed his back up and down like coaxing a child - his body was cold, it was not pure fear, but almost boundless Desperation, "Everything will be okay, I promise, everything will be okay."
……
Lester didn't know how much Hockley's promise was worth, but he knew very well that Carl now trusted him and took care of him, as if he was making friends with him.
That's good, if he was going to die, at least he didn't live all these days in vain.
"everything will be fine……"
The blond-haired young man smiled, and walked calmly towards a small white round table not far away: "The weather is good today, Mr. Smith."
"Indeed, the sunshine is very refreshing--especially for old people." Edward Smith blinked. "You know me, sir?"
"Mr. Titanic's famous captain, who hasn't heard of you? You know, it's thanks to you that we can enjoy the sun in such safety and peace. I'm Lester, Lester. Roland." Lester said politely, he has always had this ability - talking to people, talking nonsense to the devil, a born superior person.
Edward Smith stroked his well-trimmed beard and laughed loudly: "Sit down, young man, talk sweetly, ha!"
Lester shrugged his shoulders, sat down on the chair, asked the waiter for a lemon meringue tart and a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, and then turned to Edward Smith: "Sorry, Mr. Captain, I'm a little too hungry, some trivial matters Made me miss breakfast time."
Smith smiled heartily: "You can do whatever you want, Mr. Roland. It's a good thing that young people can eat."
Lester nodded, looking like a shy and beautiful big boy, with some enthusiasm on his face to ask Smith about sailing, and claimed that his childhood dream was to "be a pirate in Malacca", Smith seemed to be reminded of some pretty good memories by him, and when Carl came over after church, the atmosphere between the two of them was already quite warm and intimate.
"Good morning, Mr. Captain, good morning, Lester."
"Good morning, Mr Hockley."
"Good morning, Carl." Lester pulled out a chair for him with a smile, "Would you like a breakfast? The lemon meringue tart here is really delicious."
"If I were to recommend the mango jelly cheese here." Mr. Smith coughed, "Satan knows that the elderly are always not allowed to eat too much sugar."
"Obviously I agree with the captain's opinion." Carl smiled in a good mood. "What were you talking about just now? It seems that the atmosphere is not bad. Can you allow me to join this topic?"
Smith laughs: "Of course, it's an honor. Lester is asking me what to do if a giant ship hits an iceberg."
Carl suddenly remembered the nightmare that made Lester miserable, and he almost subconsciously turned his head to look at the young man's reaction—but Lester just took his Blue Mountain and drank it one by one, with a face on his face. With some lazy smiles, it seems like everything is going well.
"Yes, Mr. Smith, you haven't told me yet."
The captain nodded. Elderly people are always good teachers, and these conceited and proud nobles on the Titanic obviously can't satisfy his little pleasure. Lester's appearance undoubtedly makes him very happy: "Suppose it's a If it is a huge ship with the tonnage of the Titanic, then I think we should speed up and turn to avoid it, you must know that 80.00% of the steel for the Titanic is supplied by the Hockley family - they have always had a good reputation."
Carl nodded reservedly: "Thank you for your compliment, this is the greatest compliment to Hockley."
"I agree with your statement." Lester put down the cup, and the porcelain collided with the cup holder with a slight sound, "But as far as I know, the rivets on the Titanic were not produced by Hockley. You also mentioned it just now, The rivets on the bow are hand-stitched for a special reason - and White Star paid a good amount of money to hire them, and if, I mean, if they are destroyed at a critical moment, the whole bilge will be repaired. Water, with all due respect, thousands of lives and this dreamy ship will be destroyed."
Smith's face was very ugly - his face was like a red balloon, he had been insulted uniquely, it was an insult to his reputation and ability, he almost wanted to stand up, turn around and leave, but Carl stopped him in time, this The man growled at Lester almost rudely: "Apologize, Lester! You shouldn't have questioned the Titanic, nor should you have questioned the captain! For your ignorance, apologize immediately!"
Lester stared at Carl in silence—the anxiety in his eyes was clearly visible, obviously he was worried for his own sake.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Smith, I shouldn't mention this. Waiter, give me a glass of brandy." Lester greeted, then raised the glass of brandy that was brought to him and drank it down, "For My ignorance."
The young man admitted his mistake with sincerity and sincerity, and Cal Hockley, who has good social skills, mediated in it. Captain Smith, who was dazzled by anger, quickly calmed down—but not necessarily, he also ordered a glass of brandy, Apparently thought it would make him more sober.
The captain thought for a long time before prudently saying: "I apologize for my rudeness, Lester. What you said is not unreasonable, but the Titanic will never be silent, never."
Lester smiled relaxedly: "Of course I agree. We are just making a hypothesis, aren't we? I will be on another ship in the future, maybe the Olympic - it may not have a capable captain like you. Besides, luck always It's a disobedient bitch, no one can tell her to lie down, can't she?"
Carl and Smith laughed knowingly, and Smith patted him on the shoulder: "At that time, tell the captain who has lost his mind desperately to slow down and keep the same course, and that may give you a chance of survival. "
Carl interjected at the right time: "I think Mr. Captain can give us a demonstration later-of course, just need to teach us some theory. Lester has always been curious, and I don't want to be used by him with a lot of nagging. And drowned in cries."
"Of course." Captain Smith raised his goblet, "To the unsinkable Titanic."
"To the unsinkable Titanic."
His limbs were entwined with something cold and viscous, the dream was deep, he fell indefinitely, the thin sunlight above his head gradually became blurred and dizzy white spots on his irises, some swimming black shadows hovered around him , like the broken robes of a dementor exuding a rotten breath.
The deep black water soaked his limbs and bones.
You shall perish in this abyss, Lester Rolland.
He heard someone chuckling and whispering in the shadows, the shadows coming from his broken belly, airy thinking—
"Lester!"
"God, oh, Carl..."
Lester blinked his sore eyelids to break away from the dream, the desk clock struck five, and through the wall lamp, the worried expression on Carl's face was vividly revealed.
"I'm fine, I'm fine - oh, come on, a nightmare - it can't do anything to me, Carl!" Lester rubbed his cheeks irritably, turning his head to avoid the man's shrewd and sly gaze, "Oh, come on , Karl, you won’t believe me when I tell you.”
Carl patted him on the back and said softly, "You have to tell me, as I told you, not to be so unfair. Capriciousness is a woman's right, sweetie."
Lester laughed out loud, and simply turned around to look directly into his eyes—Carl's eyeballs are very light in color, and against the dim yellow wall lamp, it is easy to think of something soft and sweet, the eyes of a young man. I was in a trance, and after a while, I said softly: "Carl, I dreamed about something not so good—the Titanic will sink, and I will die."
The young man's voice was steady and calm, but God knew how scared he was, so scared that he was so sad that he was about to cry after only uttering a few words.
Lester was born in a disgraceful way, a damned son-of-a-bitch accident, in the words of Dupin Rolland.
But he never wanted to die, no one did—though God that bitch seemed to take a special liking to him, willing to watch him tumble down the cleaner-stained slide time and time again.
"Lester." Carl hugged the trembling young man into his arms, rubbed his back up and down like coaxing a child - his body was cold, it was not pure fear, but almost boundless Desperation, "Everything will be okay, I promise, everything will be okay."
……
Lester didn't know how much Hockley's promise was worth, but he knew very well that Carl now trusted him and took care of him, as if he was making friends with him.
That's good, if he was going to die, at least he didn't live all these days in vain.
"everything will be fine……"
The blond-haired young man smiled, and walked calmly towards a small white round table not far away: "The weather is good today, Mr. Smith."
"Indeed, the sunshine is very refreshing--especially for old people." Edward Smith blinked. "You know me, sir?"
"Mr. Titanic's famous captain, who hasn't heard of you? You know, it's thanks to you that we can enjoy the sun in such safety and peace. I'm Lester, Lester. Roland." Lester said politely, he has always had this ability - talking to people, talking nonsense to the devil, a born superior person.
Edward Smith stroked his well-trimmed beard and laughed loudly: "Sit down, young man, talk sweetly, ha!"
Lester shrugged his shoulders, sat down on the chair, asked the waiter for a lemon meringue tart and a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, and then turned to Edward Smith: "Sorry, Mr. Captain, I'm a little too hungry, some trivial matters Made me miss breakfast time."
Smith smiled heartily: "You can do whatever you want, Mr. Roland. It's a good thing that young people can eat."
Lester nodded, looking like a shy and beautiful big boy, with some enthusiasm on his face to ask Smith about sailing, and claimed that his childhood dream was to "be a pirate in Malacca", Smith seemed to be reminded of some pretty good memories by him, and when Carl came over after church, the atmosphere between the two of them was already quite warm and intimate.
"Good morning, Mr. Captain, good morning, Lester."
"Good morning, Mr Hockley."
"Good morning, Carl." Lester pulled out a chair for him with a smile, "Would you like a breakfast? The lemon meringue tart here is really delicious."
"If I were to recommend the mango jelly cheese here." Mr. Smith coughed, "Satan knows that the elderly are always not allowed to eat too much sugar."
"Obviously I agree with the captain's opinion." Carl smiled in a good mood. "What were you talking about just now? It seems that the atmosphere is not bad. Can you allow me to join this topic?"
Smith laughs: "Of course, it's an honor. Lester is asking me what to do if a giant ship hits an iceberg."
Carl suddenly remembered the nightmare that made Lester miserable, and he almost subconsciously turned his head to look at the young man's reaction—but Lester just took his Blue Mountain and drank it one by one, with a face on his face. With some lazy smiles, it seems like everything is going well.
"Yes, Mr. Smith, you haven't told me yet."
The captain nodded. Elderly people are always good teachers, and these conceited and proud nobles on the Titanic obviously can't satisfy his little pleasure. Lester's appearance undoubtedly makes him very happy: "Suppose it's a If it is a huge ship with the tonnage of the Titanic, then I think we should speed up and turn to avoid it, you must know that 80.00% of the steel for the Titanic is supplied by the Hockley family - they have always had a good reputation."
Carl nodded reservedly: "Thank you for your compliment, this is the greatest compliment to Hockley."
"I agree with your statement." Lester put down the cup, and the porcelain collided with the cup holder with a slight sound, "But as far as I know, the rivets on the Titanic were not produced by Hockley. You also mentioned it just now, The rivets on the bow are hand-stitched for a special reason - and White Star paid a good amount of money to hire them, and if, I mean, if they are destroyed at a critical moment, the whole bilge will be repaired. Water, with all due respect, thousands of lives and this dreamy ship will be destroyed."
Smith's face was very ugly - his face was like a red balloon, he had been insulted uniquely, it was an insult to his reputation and ability, he almost wanted to stand up, turn around and leave, but Carl stopped him in time, this The man growled at Lester almost rudely: "Apologize, Lester! You shouldn't have questioned the Titanic, nor should you have questioned the captain! For your ignorance, apologize immediately!"
Lester stared at Carl in silence—the anxiety in his eyes was clearly visible, obviously he was worried for his own sake.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Smith, I shouldn't mention this. Waiter, give me a glass of brandy." Lester greeted, then raised the glass of brandy that was brought to him and drank it down, "For My ignorance."
The young man admitted his mistake with sincerity and sincerity, and Cal Hockley, who has good social skills, mediated in it. Captain Smith, who was dazzled by anger, quickly calmed down—but not necessarily, he also ordered a glass of brandy, Apparently thought it would make him more sober.
The captain thought for a long time before prudently saying: "I apologize for my rudeness, Lester. What you said is not unreasonable, but the Titanic will never be silent, never."
Lester smiled relaxedly: "Of course I agree. We are just making a hypothesis, aren't we? I will be on another ship in the future, maybe the Olympic - it may not have a capable captain like you. Besides, luck always It's a disobedient bitch, no one can tell her to lie down, can't she?"
Carl and Smith laughed knowingly, and Smith patted him on the shoulder: "At that time, tell the captain who has lost his mind desperately to slow down and keep the same course, and that may give you a chance of survival. "
Carl interjected at the right time: "I think Mr. Captain can give us a demonstration later-of course, just need to teach us some theory. Lester has always been curious, and I don't want to be used by him with a lot of nagging. And drowned in cries."
"Of course." Captain Smith raised his goblet, "To the unsinkable Titanic."
"To the unsinkable Titanic."
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