Author's Note: Hello! Yeah, I have a ton of fanfictions that I am currently working on. This one actually has history. This was a homework assignment that I wrote for my teacher. Apparently, she liked it so much, she didn't give it back! Well... my friend requested I post it so she could read it. The assignment was to write a diary of one of the Titantic characters and I chose Jack. Alright, enough of my babbling, let's get this over with.
Disclaimer: Titanic is owned by James Cameron, Paramount Pictures and 20th Century Fox. Don't sue me. Enjoy my homework assignment.
April 10th, 1912
I arrived at Southampton at the news of hearing that the RMS Titanic was about to start her maiden voyage, though I had a slight problem. Okay, make that two problems. I had no ticket and no money to buy a ticket. I played some poker with some locals, betting it all. This was risky on my part but I had a feeling that I could win. I won and got two tickets aboard the RMS Titanic. I rushed to board the ship and barely made it. Waving back to Southampton, I was finally going back to America.
Clear skies and the wind blowing in my face as I stood on deck, noticing the wonders of the ocean as we sailed. I felt like the King of the World, sailing on my mighty ship. Nothing could spoil this moment.
I decided to sketch the passengers as they were on the ship. Suddenly, something happened; I saw her. She was... beautiful, like an angel but I could see a certain longing in her eyes.
That night, I was watching the stars. It was peaceful, to say the least. Then I saw her again, attempting to jump overboard. She insisted that she was going to jump but I knew that she wouldn't. I became involved in her suicide attempt and I couldn't let her go through with it. The water was to be freezing like the winters in Wisconsin. This seemed to help her reason as I helped her over. She introduced herself as Rose DeWitt Bukater. Rose slipped and I pulled her back on board.
When the crew came to help, I was accused of tossing her overboard. Rose lied to her fiancé and I was praised a hero for saving her life. I was invited to dine at a first class dinner as a reward. After the dilemma, one of the men noticed that I was in my socks and my jacket was off. I was found out... dammit.
Author's Note: End of chapter one! Reviews are appreciated. Next entry is the 11th. What would Jack write then?