The real Dream Boat is Victor Garber as Thomas Andrews
Rose Dewitt Bukator stood looking over the guard rail at the water flying beneath her at frightening speeds. It was not the first time she had done this, but this time she was not merely looking at the water or even the propellers. She was considering ending her life forever on this voyage, on this night. For although Rose was beautiful and rich, she was trapped in a world she did not want to be in. The first and foremost problem in her life was that she was suffering an arranged marriage, to a man she did not love. Caledon Hockley. He was attractive, and he was wealthy, but he had a certain arrogance that Rose couldn't quite place about him. And here she was, on the Titanic, which was dubbed "the ship of dreams". For her, it was a slave ship, taking her back to America in chains. For when she arrived in America, her marriage to Cal would take place and their would be nothing for her in life but an endless charade of parties and gossip.
Although Rose was only seventeen, she felt as if the weight of the world was pressing down on her. On ones side, their was Cal, demanding she would "honour" him, on the other, her overbearing mother, saying that "the marriage to Hockley will ensure our survival". Money. It was all about money, and Rose hated it. She had barely escaped from dinner, to come out into this dark night. Cal generally tried to insist on following her, but she made a hasty break when the men had left for their brandies.'
Rose could see every star in the sky. It was a very clear night, and she could barely make out the outline of the hull of the ship against the black waters of the Atlantic. She lifted one foot up onto the rail, then the other, turned around and climber down the other side. She was now facing the icy water , with her grip on the rail the only thing stopping her falling in. She started counting down from twenty.on zero she would let got, let go and end her life forever. She silently said goodbye to the world that was screaming at her to let go. Fifteen.She thought briefly about what could have been, and shook her head. Ten.she was sobbing wildly now, shaking uncontrollably with fear.five. "Don't do, it miss." Avoice cried behind her. "Stay back!"She warned, trying to turn and see who was there. "Im going to jump!" "Please miss, no, don't do this!" The man came forward., and Rose was ablke to see the owner of the voice.It was Mr Andrews, designer of the Titanic.He had sat at their dinner table that night.He seemed a nice enough man. "Rose?"Thomas Andrews couldn't believe a girl like this was trying to suicide on his ship, his ship of dreams. "Rose, no, don't do it!" He grabbed her arm as she tried to let go.It took all his strength to pull her back over the side, and he very nearly lost her, for he was 39, past his prime, and she must have weighed at least sixty kilograms.But he did it, and they fell onto the deck with her. "What did you do that for, young Rose?"He pulled her up so he could see his face. "What did you do that for?"He pulled her tightly towards him. "Oh Mr Andrews.it was just.it's everything.my whole world and all the people in it." "Oh, Rose."He let her bury her hear into his jacket, and they sat for a long while, holding each other.
"Rose, don't feel trapped.Let me help you.You are much too young and beautiful to die here, and my ship is much too young and beautiful to have to see you die.It would break her heart, she would sink." "But this ship is unsinkable, Mr Andrews, or so I am told." Said Rose, comforted by his gentle voice. "Yes, but so are you, young Rose."
Footsteps came running up. "Rose!" Rose looked up to see Cal standing over them. "Oh. Hello Cal."She said.
"What is the meaning of this?"Cal demaned. "What do you think you're doing to my fiancee?" "Err."Thomas started, but Rose interupted. "I.uh slipped, Cal.I was standing far over to look at the.the.the." "Propellers?"Suggested Cal sarcastically. "uh, yes, that's right, the propellers.and I slipped.And I would have gone over if Mr Andrews here hadn't saved me." "Oh.well in that case I am very grateful to you, sir.Will you join us for dinner at our table tomorrow evening?" "I would be honoured too."Thomas agreed.
Cal draped his jacket around Rose, and led her off, leaving Thomas Andrews to wonder how he could save Rose.He wasn't quite sure how he would, but someone must, and that someone must be him, he decided.
He leant far over, looking at the water and the stars, thinking of how he felt with Rose in his arms.
Rose Dewitt Bukator stood looking over the guard rail at the water flying beneath her at frightening speeds. It was not the first time she had done this, but this time she was not merely looking at the water or even the propellers. She was considering ending her life forever on this voyage, on this night. For although Rose was beautiful and rich, she was trapped in a world she did not want to be in. The first and foremost problem in her life was that she was suffering an arranged marriage, to a man she did not love. Caledon Hockley. He was attractive, and he was wealthy, but he had a certain arrogance that Rose couldn't quite place about him. And here she was, on the Titanic, which was dubbed "the ship of dreams". For her, it was a slave ship, taking her back to America in chains. For when she arrived in America, her marriage to Cal would take place and their would be nothing for her in life but an endless charade of parties and gossip.
Although Rose was only seventeen, she felt as if the weight of the world was pressing down on her. On ones side, their was Cal, demanding she would "honour" him, on the other, her overbearing mother, saying that "the marriage to Hockley will ensure our survival". Money. It was all about money, and Rose hated it. She had barely escaped from dinner, to come out into this dark night. Cal generally tried to insist on following her, but she made a hasty break when the men had left for their brandies.'
Rose could see every star in the sky. It was a very clear night, and she could barely make out the outline of the hull of the ship against the black waters of the Atlantic. She lifted one foot up onto the rail, then the other, turned around and climber down the other side. She was now facing the icy water , with her grip on the rail the only thing stopping her falling in. She started counting down from twenty.on zero she would let got, let go and end her life forever. She silently said goodbye to the world that was screaming at her to let go. Fifteen.She thought briefly about what could have been, and shook her head. Ten.she was sobbing wildly now, shaking uncontrollably with fear.five. "Don't do, it miss." Avoice cried behind her. "Stay back!"She warned, trying to turn and see who was there. "Im going to jump!" "Please miss, no, don't do this!" The man came forward., and Rose was ablke to see the owner of the voice.It was Mr Andrews, designer of the Titanic.He had sat at their dinner table that night.He seemed a nice enough man. "Rose?"Thomas Andrews couldn't believe a girl like this was trying to suicide on his ship, his ship of dreams. "Rose, no, don't do it!" He grabbed her arm as she tried to let go.It took all his strength to pull her back over the side, and he very nearly lost her, for he was 39, past his prime, and she must have weighed at least sixty kilograms.But he did it, and they fell onto the deck with her. "What did you do that for, young Rose?"He pulled her up so he could see his face. "What did you do that for?"He pulled her tightly towards him. "Oh Mr Andrews.it was just.it's everything.my whole world and all the people in it." "Oh, Rose."He let her bury her hear into his jacket, and they sat for a long while, holding each other.
"Rose, don't feel trapped.Let me help you.You are much too young and beautiful to die here, and my ship is much too young and beautiful to have to see you die.It would break her heart, she would sink." "But this ship is unsinkable, Mr Andrews, or so I am told." Said Rose, comforted by his gentle voice. "Yes, but so are you, young Rose."
Footsteps came running up. "Rose!" Rose looked up to see Cal standing over them. "Oh. Hello Cal."She said.
"What is the meaning of this?"Cal demaned. "What do you think you're doing to my fiancee?" "Err."Thomas started, but Rose interupted. "I.uh slipped, Cal.I was standing far over to look at the.the.the." "Propellers?"Suggested Cal sarcastically. "uh, yes, that's right, the propellers.and I slipped.And I would have gone over if Mr Andrews here hadn't saved me." "Oh.well in that case I am very grateful to you, sir.Will you join us for dinner at our table tomorrow evening?" "I would be honoured too."Thomas agreed.
Cal draped his jacket around Rose, and led her off, leaving Thomas Andrews to wonder how he could save Rose.He wasn't quite sure how he would, but someone must, and that someone must be him, he decided.
He leant far over, looking at the water and the stars, thinking of how he felt with Rose in his arms.