This is a new August Rush style Titanic story! I do not own August Rush or Titanic. August Rush is a great film, you should watch it. The next chapter will possibly be up by Thursday.
He ran his pencil down the page. He looked up at the children to make sure he had the girl's dress drawn accurately, then continued with his work. When he finished the portrait, he stood up and walked over to the children. The man was tall and strong, with straw-coloured hair, a tan complexion, and eyes that were as blue as the ocean. He bent down, smiled at the three kids, and said, " I drew a portrait of you. Would you like to keep it?"
The children hid behind each other, as they were nervous around strangers. A dark-haired man walked over to the group. His eyebrows shot up as he recognized the man talking to his children. "Jack Dawson? Why, it's been years since anyone round here last saw you."
The man called Jack looked up into the friendly brown eyes of his best friend's older brother, Walter Dupont.
"Walter? Man, it's good to see you. Where's Andrew?"
Walter rolled his eyes and answered, "Exactly where he was five years ago when you left. He's still workin' the plow up at old McDermott's place."
Jack shot Walt a knowing glance. "Of course he is. Andrew always said he was never going to get out of this town."
"Yeah, and you always said the opposite," Walter said. "So what brings you back now?"
Jack sighed. "A girl."
12 December, 1912
"Rose? Rose! Wake up! ROSE!"
Ruth DeWitt Bukater shook her sleeping daughter's shoulder.
"Rose, we are going to be late! Do you not want to find a husband?"
A muffled 'no' came from under the sheets.
Rose had tried to leave her old life behind after the sinking, but it (specifically her mother) had caught up with her at the docks in New York City. Cal had abandoned Ruth on the Carpathia when he was informed of Rose's 'death'. Since then, Ruth and Rose had been living in a shabby hotel in the city, and Ruth had been trying to get herself and Rose into high-society functions for months now. The most significant event, however, was that Rose had a large bump on her stomach. She was having a baby. At first, Ruth had been infuriated, but she had eventually calmed down.
Rose, however, was ecstatic. A piece of Jack was alive, inside of her. Rose felt so happy to be the one carrying that miracle. She disagreed with her mother on many things, and this child was one of those things. Ruth had insisted on sending the child away to an orphanage, but Rose wanted to keep the child and raise it herself, knowing she could teach him or her about their father and all the wonderful things he did in his life.
Rose rolled out of her bed and got dressed. Her mother was working as a seamstress, and Rose was a waitress in a small café. The manager had told her that she would have to wear a wedding ring while she was pregnant, as they did not support unwed motherhood. Ruth and Rose did not have much money at all, but they had managed to buy a few new dresses for each of them with what they had earned since the sinking.
Ruth was taking Rose to a banquet to meet a suitor. Rose was very reluctant to go. Her stomach was large and inconvenient, and she felt huge and hideous. Rose knew she would never love a soul as much as she had loved Jack, and she did not want to marry for money or to increase her social status.
"Rose! We are leaving in five minutes!" Ruth called from the sitting room.
The two women were arguing. The whole restaurant was watching them. The younger of the two stormed out of the building into the harsh winter air. A horn and a screech of tyres were heard, then a loud thump. She was on the ground, bleeding and unconscious.
Well, that was dark. This is like a McDonald's hamburger: mostly filler, with very little good bits, but it tastes good all together. I am really bad with similes...