Taking her hand, Jack Dawson mumbled many rhythmatic words into Rose's right ear. Her vibrant hair blowing freely in the wind quickly flew onto his bottom lip and then wisped away again before he had time to blow it away.
The sunset died down too quickly in Rose's view and as it began to leave the view of the boat it left beautiful oranges and pinks follow in the direction beyond the sea, it followed the sun as if the sun was a magnetic pulling down the blind to yet another show.
"Jack. Maybe we should go downstairs before Cal..."
She never got to finish her sentence; his blue ocean eyes locked with hers and silenced her worries by placing a loving promise on her lips and then wrapping his arms around her waist as if to protect her from the bitterness of the breeze. A number of the second to third class passengers noticed the scene and cheered the moment by laughing and jeering, causing Jack's lips to lose their shape and laugh against her neck. At first the dinner was a thank you to Jacks saviour but as Rose grew to know him, she fell in love. A dangerous love which meant more to her than the life of her fiancée and although scared of this truth, she embraced it knowing full well that it was the right thing to do.
They broke away, laughing but keeping the same look in their eyes that belonged from the first night on meeting each other. A thunderous stomp on the deck forced Rose to jump back, Cal was looking for her, she assumed. After she had left that evening to meet Jack on the deck, Rose fooled Cal and her mother by saying about an early night first.
He caught her eyes, now turned down in fear and before she thought of a plan, before she could even think of a plan Jack grabbed her hand and ran. The wind stole the cloak he was wearing but he felt no remorse for it, as for Rose it slapped at her cheeks turning them pink but not from the force, her burning hair which was hung loosely by her butterfly pin now began to droop and fall out of its hold. Just as it slipped she caught it with the hand not held by Jack however she didn't let her feet be misguided, they both weaved through the throng of people running till they reached the steps.
Cal sat in one of the soft chairs drinking warm brandy and playing poker with the rest of the men. His mind wandering in anger, why was his Fiancée so interested in some damn peasant? He wouldn't let himself be excused before the other men; he had lost the previous seven games of poker and had lost a pocket watch, forty-five dollars and his cigars along with the case. He was determined to win this round seeing as it was the most money anyone had put in. He hoped to leave soon seeing as Rose had been strangely brightened by the idea of sleeping so early in the evening. He was leaving it up to Rose's mother to keep her in shape seeing how spoilt she was however beautiful.
Rose's mother caught sight of her daughters inherited hair colour and recognised almost immediately the lower class running with her in the opposite direction from the way she was standing. She was a lady and thought it incredibly childish to run after her immature daughter and so she didn't, instead she turned and fled back to the room wearing half a smile on her porcelain face. Her daughter may be running away with a third class child in her case but she saw the trust in young Roses eyes and understood immediately, love will find a way.