[Titanic] I can't help myself

When the ship sailed into the Atlantic Ocean, the captain increased the speed of the ship to 21 knots per hour, which is already very amazing.

I stood on the deck leading to the restaurant, the strong sea breeze was blowing on my body, and the endless sea was in front of me. Feeling all this, I couldn't help but feel a lot more cheerful.

There were two young people at the bow shouting excitedly: "I am the King of the world!"

I looked at them and couldn't help laughing.Carl looked in the direction of my gaze, "Henry, what are you looking at?"

"Those people." I pointed with my chin, "really very energetic."

"Ah, that's necessary. If they are not full of energy, how can they support themselves." Carl said disdainfully, "Let's go, we are almost late."

"Don't be so mean, it's always good to be alive," I said with a smile, "and don't let Rose hear that."

The table with us at lunch was Mr. Thomas Andrews, the chief designer of Titanic, Mr. Bruce Ismay, the chairman of White Star Company, Mrs. Molly Brown, and Patrick who escaped from his father.He sat beside me, winking at me mischievously, I suddenly felt a long-lost joy, just like decades ago, when I was a primary school student in the last life, I could sit with my best friend It's like doing homework together.

I was instantly amused by this sudden association.

"Henry, what makes you so happy?" Carl suddenly grabbed my wrist, leaned over, with a smile on his face, but obviously seemed to be irritated by something, and whispered, "Crowley? Just sitting here, sir, makes you so happy?"

"What does this have to do with Patrick?" I tried a little harder to free my wrist, but Karl pushed harder, and the cuff button caught in the flesh, making me feel a sting.

"It's really nothing!" I quickly explained in a low voice, "I just thought of something happy. Carl, you hurt me!"

"Sorry." He let go of his hand immediately, "Sorry, I didn't notice. Let me see if I'm hurt."

Just a few hours after being normal, it became like this again. I have no strength to be angry with him anymore.I ignored him and turned my head to listen to Mr. Ismay's long speech with a look of concentration.

From the time we sat down at the dining table, Mr. Ismay kept boasting about the unprecedented luxury, size, and speed of the Titanic. He was so proud of it that even the mustache on his lips was trembling. Looking at it, Patrick and I couldn't help exchanging a smiley look.

"She is the greatest vehicle ever built," he concluded his speech, "completely designed by Mr. Andrews."

"I'm just in charge of building the ship." Mr. Andrews is a very mild-looking person. Hearing Mr. Ismay's praise, he quickly pushed back the credit, "but the idea belongs to Mr. Ismay. He wants to build the largest and most A luxurious cruise, and it will be unprecedented. And now she is here," Mr. Andrews knocked on the table, "a dream come true!"

The men all laughed approvingly. "Well said!" Patrick said.

The waiter who came to order interrupted our conversation. At this moment, Rose, who had been sitting on the other side of Carl with a blank expression, suddenly took out a slender cigarette filter from nowhere, and found another one. Insert the cigarette on top, put it in your mouth after lighting it, and take a puff, then clamp the shaft of the filter with your fingers.

Her movements are very unfamiliar, but she reveals a youthful and sexy beauty.But I couldn't feel any appreciation for this scene, I was almost dumbfounded.Where can unmarried ladies smoke?Where did she get her filter?Who gave her the cigarettes?The men here only smoke cigars!

"Rose?" I leaned over Carl slightly, with a bright and stiff smile on my face, and asked softly, "Honey, this is not something you can try. Who taught you to do this, I will definitely do it when I go back Fire her immediately."

She turned her head, looked at me with lowered eyelids, raised one eyebrow, slightly pouted her lips, and frivolously blew the smoke from her mouth on my face.This action was so frivolous that I could barely hide the shock on my mother's face.

I was caught off guard by the smoke she blew onto my face, and couldn't help coughing softly.Carl immediately stretched out his hand, pulled the cigarette out of the filter, and crushed it directly into the ashtray.Rose stared at him dissatisfiedly with wide-eyed eyes, Carl hooked the corners of his mouth, and responded by giving her a smile without any smile.

At this time, the waiter finished asking Patrick, walked to me, bent slightly: "My lord, what do you need?"

Before I could speak, Carl said, "Two lamb chops, medium-rare, served with mint sauce. One of them needs a little more mint sauce, and the other just needs a little bit. That's it."

"But, Carl," Rose raised her chin and forced out a somewhat ugly smile, "I like sausages."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. But the lamb chops are for Henry." Carl glanced at her casually, and called the waiter who was about to leave, "Bring a sausage for this lady." After finishing speaking, Looking at me again, "You like lamb chops with more mint sauce, don't you?"

The atmosphere on the table started to be a little strange. Mrs. Brown watched the interaction between the few of us with a sophisticated look.I paused and pulled out an overly bright smile: "Ah, thanks, Carl, I do like this. That's very kind of you."

"This is what I should do." Carl ignored the awkward atmosphere on the table and replied with a calm and frank smile.

"Hey, you are so considerate, Carl, are you going to cut meat for him next?" Mrs. Brown laughed out loud, and before we had any reaction to this sentence, she called the waiter beside her, "Hey, you, who named Titanic this name?" Immediately afterwards, she looked at Mr. Ismay with her eyes narrowed with a smile, "Is that you, Bruce?"

"Yes." Mr. Ismay said triumphantly, "It means 'big and huge'. Big means reliability, luxury, and especially power."

"Have you heard of Freud, Mr. Ismay?" Rose suddenly said in a strange tone, "He has studied how much men attach importance to the size of 'the words', maybe you will be interested .”

Mr. Ismay obviously didn't expect a lady to say such a thing, and he looked a little dazed. Mrs. Brown showed a meaningful smile, while Mr. Andrews and Patrick both burst out laughing, lowered their heads, and held back their laughter. I couldn't help but tremble all over.Carl frowned, and his mother's eyes became quite scary.

"What's the matter with you?" Mother smiled and stared at her, her voice faintly sounded like gnashing of teeth.

"Excuse me." After saying this, Rose pushed away the chair and hurriedly left the dining table.

Only Mr. Ismay stood up to see her off among the gentlemen present.

My mother showed an embarrassed smile, and I rushed ahead of her and said, "I'm very sorry, very sorry."

Mrs. Brown didn't seem to notice the weird situation on the table at all. She forked the food with a fork while looking at Carl with a smile and said, "She's really hard to control. I hope you can handle it, Carl."

"Although it is a good thing to have a strong desire for knowledge, sometimes girls read too many books, which is really a headache." I smoothed the ground softly, "Before they really understand what they have learned, Thinking always seems a little chaotic and jumping."

"Of course, of course." Patrick echoed, "Not only girls, but also men, but men are more rational in most cases, and this period will always pass quickly."

The atmosphere seemed to ease up.After a few more jokes, I gently excused myself and left the restaurant to find Rose.

She was standing on the deck outside the restaurant, leaning on the railing, looking at the direction of the cruise ship, her graceful figure was outlined by the golden sunset.As I approached her, I saw on the deck below a young blond boy staring at her with fascination.Seeing a strange man I didn't know look at my sister with such eyes, I stood between Rose and him, blocking his sight.

"Let's go in." I whispered.

Rose ignored me and continued to look ahead.

"Please," I continued, "don't embarrass Mom any more. Anyway, your anger should go away, after what you've done."

"You mean smoking and discussing Freud?" She said flatly, "I don't think I did anything."

"You feel very proud? Rose, please take responsibility for your actions!" I was annoyed by her indifferent attitude, and lowered my voice sharply. It's not something to show off to be sarcastic! Haven't you read so many books? Tell me which book said that self-destruction of reputation is something a wise person should do?"

She turned and left impatiently, and quickly returned to the restaurant.I stood there a little angrily, watching her back until I felt that I had lost my anger.As soon as he turned his head, he found that the blond boy was still staring at the direction where Rose disappeared.

I suddenly felt a little funny, and the bad impression I had on him just now disappeared.A person who would make such a move must be a simple and enthusiastic person.

The rest of the lunch was very peaceful. After lunch, the ladies rested for a while, and after changing their clothes, they made an appointment to have afternoon tea together.

Patrick wanted to drag me to a Parisian café for a chat, but Carl stopped him.

"What's the point of chatting? There's plenty of time to do these things after dinner." He said, "Why don't you go to the squash court? It is said that the squash court in Titanic is very well repaired."

Patrick readily agreed.We changed into suitable clothes and shoes, had the servants prepare all the equipment for us, and went straight to the squash court.